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

	Sato bit his lip at the question. The [i]leadership[/i]. It was an incredibly broad question, one that didn’t make much sense to him. Based on the fact that she had basically lead the entire thing, Sato assumed the judge that spoke to the auditionees was the “leader” of the Drama club. There was that generic “Welcome to Drama!” meeting he had attended on Wednesday, but that wasn’t quite enough for Sato to give much actual insight as to how well Leiko (the head of the Drama Club) actually lead the club. He mulled over the idea for a few long moments before he looked back to Katsuro.

	“She’s alright, I guess.” He complimented his ambiguous answer with a half-hearted shrug. It was a scape-goat answer, as it could be interpreted in multiple ways and people would naturally assume the one that suited them the most, but it worked well for the situation he was in. Before Katsuro could reply however, Sato noticed the muffled and at-first-quiet crescendo of his phone’s generic ring tone. The boy pulled the old phone from his back pocket and checked the number. Why was Mika calling him? With a bit of hesitation, he answered the call, turning away from Katsuro and holding up a finger to signal that he needed a minute. “Hey, Mika, what’s up?”

	“Do you know where Rokoru is?” A cheery voice replied.

	Sato went over the quick conversation he had with Rokoru over the phone before classes started. “Sorry, but I don’t really know where he is at the moment. If you can’t find him anywhere on campus then he’s probably at his home. He told me he had some family issues to deal with.” [i]Family issues[/i] was incredibly vague, but that [i]was[/i] what Rokoru had told him, so saying anything else would be a lie. The girl on the other end of the call thanked him anyways and hung up with a friendly farewell.

	Once he put his phone back into his pocket, Sato turned back to Katsuro. “Sorry about that,” Sato said, “it was nothing important.”

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

	“That’s [i]Ishiara[/i]-senpai to you,” Rokoru said with a jokingly serious tone, and giggled to himself. The arrow the girl was holding fell from her hands and hit the old wood floor beneath them. The Ueno girl stammered out an excuse as to why she had gone with a more creative approach to submitting her registration forms. Rokoru didn’t buy it at all, but it was a stupid thing to get ruffled over, so instead he ignored it entirely.

	The girl then gave a quick formal greeting (followed by a bow) and asked a question, and it was only then did it click in his head why she was nervous around him. She had probably mistaken his anger towards Akira as annoyance caused by her when she had approached him back on Monday, and had assumed that her random freak-out had pissed him off. After he went over his thoughts, a warm smile formed on his lips that contrasted his low baritone voice as he spoke; “Never was [i]annoyed[/i].” He said the ‘annoyed’ in an accentuated way, before adding a “Not at you, at least.”

	“I just came over here to check on how you were doing with everything.” Rokoru gestured to the bow Ueno was holding, referencing that rough shot she had made “If you’re having troubles with anything, any of the more experienced members can help you, including me.”