[h3][b]Sato Hashimoto[/b]
/// [url=www.youtube.com/watch?v=oSeQ1_QNf-c]Warakuma High, Main Entrance[/url][/h3]

	After he had gathered himself a bit and gotten back up onto his feet, Sato noticed an unfamiliar boy standing in front of him. The books he had just dropped were being held out to him, all gathered in a haphazard manner. Papers were mixed into all the wrong places, and it guaranteed an evening of reorganization. Sato shook his head though, for he found himself feeling rude, having just given a frown to this boy that bothered to clean up the mess he had made from tripping.

	Sato slipped his hands underneath the stack the student held out to him and pulled them towards himself. He tucked the books under his arm, just like he had done before the fall, and then extended his free hand out to the boy. “[color=skyblue]Thanks, Sighard.[/color]” He paused a bit, wincing at how he kinda flubbed up saying ‘Seighardt’. It took him a moment to continue, as he was unsure of what to say next. “[color=skyblue]That was uh… ah, embarrassing. Thanks for picking up what I dropped. I’m Sato Hashimoto, a third year here at Warakuma High. Obviously.[/color]” Just as he finished talking, he realized that his hand was rather… unappealing to shake, considering the torn skin revealing the tender flesh beneath it, and he momentarily withdrew it before sticking it out again for no reason.

	“[color=skyblue]So, uh, you go here, right?[/color]” It felt wrong to not make conversation, but it also felt increasingly stupid to pry about this random guy he’d never even seen before. “[color=skyblue]Are you in any clubs or anything so far? It’s a pretty popular thing to do here, being in clubs and whatnot.[/color]”