[h3][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RDMBIWAj2j4]Sato Hashimoto // GAME-OVER Arcade[/url][/h3][b]JULY 4TH 2015, SATURDAY
Afterschool[/b]
	Admittedly, he probably should've looked it up beforehand. Sato had forgotten where the arcade actually was besides the general location, so it took a bit of wandering around to find it. Not that he particularly minded walking around longer than needed, as the weather was pretty nice out, but the fact that he was holding up Mako made it a problem. He didn't want to come off as a truant person, seeing as this was the first time they were meeting up without being face-to-face already.

	Or, perhaps, Sato did know where the arcade was deep down, and was merely ignorant to his own hesitation. It wasn't that he didn't want to see Mako-- quite the opposite in fact, but that was the very thing that made him nervous. He didn't want to mess up what they had going, and so Sato's first instinct was to leave everything alone as if he could just stand back and enjoy what little there was to the relationship. But, of course, the nature of relationships is one of constant deterioration. If it's not being actively taken care of, a relationship will just fall apart on its own. Kind of like a road that goes through the seasons, fractured by the cold and torn apart by the heat.

	Sato frowned. He was most definitely overthinking it, but that's nothing new. Inbetween school and worrying about the investigation, all Sato did was overthink it. Maybe it would be obvious to someone else, but Sato found it difficult to understand why he was so happy to see the text Mako had sent him. He wasn't usually so eager to respond when his other friends texted him. Was it that his other friends weren't actually his friends...? No, that probably wasn't it. Despite what his shadow had said, Sato made it a point to just be, well, friends with his friends. Friendship. The word friend started sounding weird in his head and that only made him more frustrated with himself. He just couldn't seem to keep his head on straight long enough to figure out the answer to his feelings towards Mako. Another thing he couldn't answer was why his lungs stopped when he saw Mako standing at the entrance to the arcade. 

	Sato walked up to the underclassman, having to remind himself to try to breath again. Hopefully the school dynamic didn't carry over into their relationship. "Hi, Mako." Sato lead with, giving a weak wave as he approached, but that was all he prepared to say. He couldn't help but wonder how his face looked. Probably nervous and confused, just like how he felt. "It's, um. Good to see you again."

	Sato tried to convince himself that nobody wouldn't suspect a thing with that stellar performance. At least Mako didn't seem to be particularly confident himself, which was oddly comforting. Not comforting enough to carry the conversation though, so Sato paused to think of something else to add so he didn't start off with just a super generic greeting. He reflected back on what had been on his mind while walking to the arcade.

	"You're hot out." He blurted out, before he could even consider his words. [i]Shit,[/i] was all Sato could think. "W-wait, I mean the weather, the weather's hot! Not that you aren't hot, I mean--" 

	"I'm going inside!" Sato pushed past Mako and hurried through the door of the arcade, the dimness of it a pleasant change from the sun, except he still felt like he was burning up. Covering his face with his hand, Sato could feel his blush. Was this how he died? From embarrassment? In an attempt to try to move on from that fuck-up, Sato surveyed all the machines lining the arcade building. He'd been here before, but it still escaped him what most of these were. Probably wasn't the best idea to rush in without Mako, seeing as he had to wait for him anyway.