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

	Sato drew his uniform close as several students exited the building, opening the doors and letting in the slightly chilly air in. April was a nice month, weather-wise, yet it always seemed colder in Warakuma than it did in the city, something he still had not gotten used to. He considered himself a city-boy by heart, but Warakuma was acceptable.

	In response to Sato’s question, Katsuro responded in an over-dramatic way, complaining about how his family didn’t like that he had joined too many clubs the previous years. To keep the small talk going, the boy then shot a question back, one about clubs, which struck Sato as ironic, considering how Katsuro had literally just mentioned his disdain for thinking about them moments ago. Sato turned his head to look in the vague direction of the archery range and complimented the look with a pointed finger.

	“I’m in the Archery Club. Luckily for you, we had too many entries back on Tuesday and now it’d be hard to get in without pulling some favors.” Sato returned his gaze back on Katsuro. He slid his hands into his pockets as he the boy, waiting for a reply. There wasn’t much to talk about on his side, and Sato desperately hoped either their meeting would be brief or that Katsuro would carry the conversation for him.

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

	The third-year, with several bags strapped on his back and over his shoulder, lumbered into the range with little grace. He slumped all the equipment onto the floor near the entrance and walked off over to a confused-looking bespectacled student (who [i]obviously[/i] wasn’t a member) eyeing the insides of the building. With little delay, the guy handed a clipboard with dozens of papers stuck to it over to Rokoru, and zoomed away from the archery range with no composure or explanation. Rokoru held the board a bit closer to his face and scanned the top-most papers. Just some random crap from the student council regarding equipment and admissions. No doubt that one of those sheets told him that Akira was allowed in no matter what, and the thought pissed him off a bit.

	And obviously the best way to work steam off for the club president was to shoot some arrows at things! Rokoru ripped open one of the bulkier bags and shuffled through the contents, withdrawing the best-looking yumi. A quiver filled with arrows later, and he was already on the range, prepping his equipment without a thought as he watched the students already out on the firing range, pelting shots at the distant targets. Rokoru’s focus was on nothing but getting over there and shooting. [i]Until[/i] he noticed the girl. “Cute Girl”, as he named her. She was the weird one that decided to hand in her admission forms by putting them into his shoe locker instead of just giving them to him when they were literally right next to each other. He gave the girl a light thump on the shoulder after watching her miss a shot by a meter or two, waiting for her to notice him before saying what he came to say.

	“Hey, Ueno,” Rokoru started, a mix of slight annoyance and amusement in his voice, “Why’d you put your registration forms in my locker instead of just giving them to me? Seems a bit silly, don’tcha think?” The older boy flashed a smirk before suppressing it and returning to his regular ol’ mug.