[b]Rokoru Ishiahara[/b] // [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WE9fkZwPZU8]Warakuma High, Archery Range[/url]

	After throwing out some more insults to more than just the Archery club, Akira took a copy of the registration forms from the same dude that got them earlier and explained to Rokoru that his biggest reason for rejoining was to piss him off even further. The very [i]idea[/i] of that guy getting back into Archery made him livid, and Akira knew it. Yet, the senior just sharply exhaled from his nose and tried to regain composure, but the look of pure anger never left his eyes. As Sir Douchenozzle himself turned to leave to get Hashimoto (since Rokoru would obviously never approve it) to register him, Rokoru called after him with pure malice laced into his voice. “I swear to fucking God, if you try any of that shit you pulled last time, I [i]will[/i] get your ass fucking expelled!”

	He simply watched on in silent saltiness as Akira waltzed over to Hashimoto. It took him an awkwardly long while, however, to realise the sorta cute girl standing in front of him. She looked like she just witnessed a murder and it put him off a bit. The girl stuttered a greeting, apologized for being ‘late’, and requested to know about club registration. The visibly older boy sighed deeply, and after he did so he hoped that she wouldn’t take it as an offence. Rokoru turned 180 and took the second-last sheet from the guy that was still loafing around. The guy grunted before marching off to go print out more copies, passingly staring at the girl that wanted to join. Seeing the look reminded Rokoru that they had gotten a lot more new members than suspected and thus needed to close membership soon, so he made a mental note to announce that fact next morning.

	Rokoru cleared his throat before starting his run-down. “As you apparently know, I’m Rokoru Ishiahara, the third-year in charge of taking care of this club.” He handed the forms to the girl after he had underlined all the places where she needed to sign. “Just put your name down where I marked and write down two pieces of contact information in the empty space. After that, give it back and I’ll handle the rest.” Rokoru took another deep breath once he finished speaking and slipped off the coat part of his uniform, revealing his sloppily put on white shirt.

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[b]Sato Hashimoto[/b] // [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q9-devZzZNk]Warakuma High, Archery Range[/url]

	Before Rui could answer with what he wanted to do, an unfamiliar student approached him with a registration form. Why he had chosen Sato to get registered was beyond him, but it didn’t really matter to him in the end. Sato waved farewell to Rui and flashed a smile before walking over to the person approaching him. The guy greeted him in an exceptionally casual manner and waved the papers, indicating to Sato that he wanted him to do something with them.

	In a rash decision, Sato matched the level of formality the guy took and assumed a relaxed stance before taking the papers. They were apparently already filled out to the proper specifications, so he put them on top of Rui's form and looked back at the guy. There wasn't really much to do or say besides get Rokoru to sign his name on it as well, which meant two new applicants from Sato. The wistful regret of not getting these two to join earlier passed through his thoughts; he really wanted to get that prize. Money was a bit tight. "Thanks for joining, though I don't really know who you are." It was probably one of the other third years who enlisted the dude since it would've have Rokoru's signature on it if he had done it. "I'm Sato Hashimoto, class 3-3. I believe you're a third year too, right...?"