[h3][b]Sato Hashimoto[/b]
/// [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q9-devZzZNk]Warakuma High, Archery Range -> Main Entrance[/url][/h3]

	After having finished with going through the entire rankings, Sato made his way to the back of the range and put away his equipment, making sure to hide the arrows he liked to use behind the metal cabinet. The school stuff he had brought with him was still resting on the ground beside the cabinet (minus the bag he usually had to carry them with, which he had lost in his house somewhere), so Sato simply tucked the textbooks and whatnot beneath his arm before making his way out of the range. The teen went over the leaderboard he had read, and recalled the rankings. He himself had gotten a mediocre rank (12 out of whatever), and nobody he knew did much better. Rokoru got third last, while Yuki was particularly on point with a solid fourth. Not like it mattered or anything, since only first and second actually got anything besides the ability to gloat for the day if you did better than your peers. Sato wasn’t even that sure why they did lame tournaments like what they had just done, but it admittedly [i]was[/i] pretty fun, even if it was an organizational mess that was created on a whim of someone’s.

	Soon Sato found himself loitering by the main entrance again. The sun was a little higher up than last time, and the fact that the sun was only going to last longer from then on struck him. It was an almost comforting thought; everything was only going to get brighter from that point on, in a way.

	Sato shook his head. There was no point in trying to get all philosophical over how the winter solstice was months ago. It seemed to be a habit of his though. Always finding himself with nothing he wanted to do at the front entrance of Warakuma High. It’s not like he didn’t want to go home, but he didn’t want to not go home. He craved to be with people but there was only his mother waiting for him at the Hashimoto residence. As he climbed the few steps that lead up to the stretch leading to the doors, he considered pets. Would a pet be good for him? There was only one way to find out, but Sato fancied himself neither a dog or cat person. Or maybe he was just not an animal person in general…

	Just as one foot cleared the final step of the small cement staircase, the other foot caught itself on the very edge of the pavement, sending the third year sprawling onto the ground, the school books he carried under his arms flying away from him like he purposely threw them. Random papers flew out from inbetween the pages, fluttering out into the wind before being caught into the grass a few feet away. Sato remained on the ground for an uncomfortable amount of time, feeling the tiniest spots of blood emerge from the bits of shredded skin on his palms. The boy eventually pushed himself onto his knees and evaluated where his stuff went, still looking ruffled and a little dazed from what happened.