[b]Sato Hashimoto[/b] // [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D_O2zAbZYeg]Hashimoto Residence[/url]
APRIL 10 2015, FRIDAY
Early Morning

The alarm went off. Sato, sprawled on top of his bed’s covers with his school uniform still on, rolled over to turn it off. The boy miscalculated the distance however and sent himself off the side of his bed. He groaned in pain when he hit the cold ground face-first before forcing himself onto his feet, locating his phone, and turning off the obnoxious ringing coming from it. He stretched his arms out above his head while he considered the events of the past few days:

After he finished his audition, he waited for the verdict on his performance. The girl who was presumably the leader affirmed his crappy start but then went on the praise his understanding and expression of the meanings and emotions behind the words, which helped ease his nerves a lot. The auditions went on after that, with the guy he met by the entrance going after him (apparently named Katsuro), and then the auditions concluded with some underclassmen Sato didn’t know. The people in the school auditorium filed out gradually, Sato amongst the horde, and eventually there was little sign that anybody had been in there.

Once the auditions were over, Sato checked his phone and went over the information of their plans to hang out after school; 5:30 PM at the shopping complex’s food court. He had made it there last, making his peers wait for him, and they went around the complex, shopping. The other two days were boring and nothing particularly special had happened, nor did they have much fun. Though… for some reason, he got home unfortunately late last night and ended up passing out on his bed first thing. Then morning happened.

Sato groggily threw his phone over to where his school stuff was piled and did his morning routine: shower, brush teeth, eat something, make sure he had everything he needed, leave for school. As usual, his mother was already up and about, preparing to head to work as soon as Sato left. She always waited for Sato to leave before she went to work. Not to make sure he actually went, but to simply tell him she loved him every day. Sato always replied with a legitimate thanks and a “Love ya” before he flew out the door. It was just a thing that happened every day.

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[b]Sato Hashimoto[/b] // [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q9-devZzZNk]Warakuma High, Archery Range[/url]
APRIL 10 2015, FRIDAY
After School

	[i]Thunk.[/i] The arrow landed a bit to the right of the center of the target. Not bad. Sato leaned to grab another, but he was thrown out of his focus when he realized that there were none left in the metal quiver. The last shot had been his last, and based on the multiple arrows scattered around the outside half of the target, his best. [i]That’s what you get when you fire from a new distance[/i], Sato supposed. He waited for the few other people on the firing line to finish before he jogged over to the target to collect the seven arrows he had used. The others hadn’t used nearly the haste he had to get their shots, so Sato walked leisurely on the return.

	While he hadn’t even been there for very long, Sato put his equipment away after a few rounds of firing. All his shots had been sloppy and his fingers hurt, so he figured that it wasn’t a good day for practice, as all he was getting was frustration. The third-year walked out of the musky range without much enthusiasm, picking his bag off the ground as he went through the door. Rokoru would be busy with some family things after he finished his practice, Mika was off doing some other club thing, he wasn’t close enough with Yuki to hang out with him alone, and Ryouta stopped being an option a while ago, as he didn’t even bother to shop up to practice anymore, and had confided in Sato that he was considering dropping out of Archery. Perhaps it would be good to cut ties with Ryouta, after all. They were hardly compatible and the only reason they had ever become “friends” was just because Sato had a desire for companionship when he first moved to Warakuma, so it wasn’t like their bond was much beyond “Oh hey, we’re in the same club.”

	Sato wandered over to the main school building and entered, loitering around the front entrance with a few other students he didn’t know without a purpose. There had to be [i]something[/i] to do on a Friday afternoon…