"Yoda-chan!"

Hayato waved from the gates, much to the embarrassment of his housemate who'd been busy talking to a few younger students. "Arashi," greeted the captain as he came closer. Nodding to his juniors he said, "This is a friend of mine. Arashi, these are some first years from my club." Hayato greeted them enthusiastically and the group continued past the gate where they separated, the older students heading one way and the first years another. 

"Speaking of clubs," started Yoda, "Are you seriously not joining any?"
A sigh escaped from Hayato's lips, his hand rising to ruffle at his hair. "I mean, I'm kinda already a bit late," he answered. "What with being both a transfer and a second year. Maybe I will, if people need more club members, I guess."
"Haha," laughed Yoda, "Somehow I expected that sort of wishy washy reply from you." The red head merely grinned as Hayato answered his comment with a playful punch to the side.

The two continued to talk about easily forgettable things as they made their way home, the sunlight slowly darkening along the way. They passed by small neighborhood shops and greeted familiar faces, buying popsicles from a sweet old lady and avoided groups of energetic elementary school kids. As they walked past a park littered with shouting children, the surroundings changed gradually from shops to houses lined side by side. Cats loitered the clear streets, mingling over walls and disappearing over fences. Eventually the duo made their way to an empty house, each greeting their entrance only to be met with silence.

"I'll take the first shower," said Hayato as he made his way upstairs, Yoda heading to the kitchen. The older red-head absently hummed in response, adding as an afterthought, "Don't forget to call your mom later."
"Un," was the silver haired teen's hard to hear response, masked by his thudding footsteps. He'd probably pretend to forget to call, as he usually did. Man he hated talking to her.

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"Arashi, hurry up!"

The chair clattered as Hayato's bookbag accidentally crashed against it, the boy losing control of everything the more he rushed. "Bye guys, see you later," he waved to the two adults currently busy with their adult stuff. He rushed then to barely slip out of his slippers and into his outdoor shoes, following after Yoda who, by now, was at the front gate. "Sorry, sorry," sighed the second year in exhasperation as he caught up, the two finally making their way to school. "Man, who's bright idea was it to have me actually show up to school on time."

"Your mom," Yoda answered the statement, only to release a sigh from his annoyed junior. They made their way to school with quick steps, waving at the men and women opening up their small shops and caring to stay out of speeding cyclists' ways. Their path eventually led them to a mass of similar school uniforms, all leading to their school. Hayato fought back yawns as Yoda threw spatters of conversation here and there, but most of their morning was spent in silence. 

Finally at the school, the two separated with a wave, and it being a while since Hayato actually came to school on time, he decided the first thing to probably do was sneak out. Haha, nah, he made his way instead to his homeroom, eager to surprise classmates with his earliness. As he did so, he found himself accidentally knocking into another student, having been busy caught up in trying to sleep and walk at the same time. "Ugh, sorry," he groggily apologized.