[b]Sato Hashimoto[/b] // [url=n/a]Warakuma Arcade[/url]

Sato skimmed through the notes as he leaned on a fighting game that was apparently out of order despite the constant video feed on the screen. As he flipped through another page, a small white card fell from between the paper and fell to the ground. It seemed to be the same size and shape as the note he found in the morning. But before he could pick it up, one of the students from the crowd approached him. He slipped the papers back into his bag and turned to face the student. The young man offered him his turn at the fighting game and then introduced himself, also offering to play a rhythm game (which Sato did not even know were in an arcade, besides DDR) instead.

“Thank you, but it’s okay. I never really intended to play any games when I came here, nor am I any good at them. I’m Sato Hashimoto, a third year here. Nice to meet you.” Sato took a moment to look at the teen, who was almost two heads shorter, and had some stubble on his jaw. “If it’s alright with you, I have nothing else to do and it’d be nice if you could show me how to play one of these games.”

Before he could answer, Sato knelt down and picked up the card. Suprisingly, another date at another place. He quickly shoved it into his pocket, not even bothering with keeping it safe. Why was Akiko leaving him notes? As far as Sato knew, Akiko always gave notes to people who needed them (which insulted Sato yet again) and it was only logical this was her method of giving them; meeting them outside of school for whatever reason. But for what purpose was the second card? He decided to push it out of his mind, piling yet another question on his seemingly growing list of answerless questions.