[b]Toma Tanaka - May 1st, Morning | Tanaka Household[/b]

The light creeping into his room and landing directly on his face is what woke Toma up.

With a small groan, he forced his eyes open, only to flinch from the sunlight and squeeze them shut again, turning his head the other way. After a few moments of blinking and staring at the wall directly next to him, he pushed himself up off his desk. While doing so, he accidentally slightly pushed his mouse, turning the monitor on of his sleeping computer, displaying a post-match screen of the game he had been playing when he had passed out. 

Rubbing his eyes, he grimaced at the poor score that was displayed next to his screen name. He exited out of the game, and checked the time as he shut down the computer -- from that, he guess he had gotten almost six hours of sleep. Much better than the usual, though that [i]might[/i] have had something to do with the fact that he hadn't slept at all the night before.

As he got ready for the day, roaming the house to eat and clean himself up, he noted once again how quiet his house was. His father was in his workroom, the door closed and not a sound to be heard through it, and his mother was still in bed -- not sleeping, as he had found out a while ago, but just gathering the strength to get out of bed and face another day.

There were three living and breathing people in the building, but the air was nearly always dead. A cloud hung over Toma as he made himself toast, wondering how he should spend the day. The idol group in town came to mind, but the thought stirred absolutely nothing inside him. He didn't have any desire to go see them -- in fact, the more he thought about it, the more he realized that there was nothing he desired to do. Except for maybe kicking his soccer ball around some more, but he had literally spent his entire last two days doing that. 

So then there wasn't much choice. He'd go to the concert and hopefully find something to do.

His toast popped up, burnt. He gave it the stink eye for a moment, cursing himself for not paying more attention, before deciding that he didn't really care. He forced the food down and made his way out.

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Toma walked on, hands in his jacket pockets, eyes scanning his surroundings. There really had been no point to even leaving the house today, and if he absolutely [i]had[/i] to leave the cold quiet, he should've brought the soccer ball. Sure, it wasn't an exciting way to spend Golden Week, but it's the only thing he even sort of felt like doing.

As he let out a quiet sigh, he spotted a short male. Blinking with recognition, he instantly lit up. That was Noboru.

Of [i]course[/i] Toma had something to do -- exactly what he had been trying to do for the past couple weeks: find out more about the kidnappings. Starting with one of the kidnappees was about as good a place as any, if a little insensitive. Noboru seemed like he wouldn't be upset by an inquiry about his disappearance, or at least not as much as Leiko, who had also had a friend injured in her incident. 

Feeling a spark of excitement, Toma sped up his walking pace to get to the other boy, silently clearing his underused voice.

[color=f26522]"Hey, you're Yamamoto Noboru-san, right?"[/color] he asked, gently tapping the seemingly preoccupied boy's shoulder and giving a slight bow. [color=f26522]"I'm Tanaka Toma, a friend of Aiko's. I wanted to ask..."[/color] Toma trailed off, noticing the boy seemed a little worried. [color=f26522]"Uh, is something the matter, Yamamoto-san?"[/color]