[b]Leiko Hamada: Warakuma Streets[/b] Cool wind combed through Leiko's hair, eliciting a slight shiver to tremble through her body as she hugged one free arm to her chest. As much as she disliked the cold, Leiko could be grateful that the summer months were still ahead of them, as the upcoming nights would only get warmer and lighter. Aimlessly, her thoughts wandered onto what she would be doing during the summer holidays this year. Perhaps her family would [i]actually[/i] go on vacation for a change, rather than the usual excuses that rose from her father. God forbid they could afford it... Her meandering thoughts were unexpectedly interrupted as she felt someone's presence draw suspiciously closer, her hand clenching into a fist as her steps started to slow. Leiko was indeed a privileged girl, but she was also no pushover by any means. There was a reason why the [i]'Hamada Hook'[/i] urban legend existed within the school, after all. Her head turned quickly as soon as the presence was accompanied by a voice, a light greeting thrown her way as she met eye-to-eye with a tall, unkempt-looking young man. His hair looked messy and windswept; as did the rest of his appearance, Leiko noted, as his uniform hung loosely off his body with little care, whilst his jacket looked as if it had never seen an iron before. Cocking a raised eyebrow, Leiko rested a free hand on her hip as she waited to hear what the man wanted to say. He began with identifying her as Hamada, before introducing himself as Tanaka Toma, a recent third year transfer student at Warakuma. The conversation ended at that, and the boy seemed to watch her expectantly for a reply. Wait. He had [i]stopped[/i] her on the way home for an idle chat? Nothing else? Leiko could barely contain her disbelief, fixing this Tanaka person with an intense stare as if she was trying to read another meaning behind this meeting. Either he really [i]was[/i] just a friendly, overbearing person, or there was a purpose somewhere that she wasn't picking up on. Deciding to keep her guard up for now, she broke the awkward silence by answering his question with a crisp reply. "Indeed I am. I see my reputation precedes me," she answered with a perfectly sculpted smile, even as her eyes appeared somewhat distant. "May I help you with something, Tanaka-Senpai?" She quickly adopted the honorific as she spoke to him, showing him the utmost courtesy and respect even as she thought little of him at present. "Perhaps you've lost your way? We [i]are[/i] approaching the higher class estates, you know." --- [b]Saya Ueno: Warakuma High- Archery Range[/b] Kirigakure's laugh suddenly broke Saya out of her mental breakdown, blinking slightly in surprise at the sight of the unfriendly male laughing so...[i]genuinely.[/i] He was obviously making fun of her attempt at scolding him, but it didn't appear as if he was angered by her words in the slightest. She wasn't sure whether to feel insulted or relieved. Deciding on the latter, Saya watched cautiously as he dismissed the rivalry between himself and Rokoru as a 'game', instead choosing to step just a little closer to her with a teasing smile playing on his lips. Unsure of what to do with herself, Saya felt rooted to the spot, her hand tugging at a loose strand from her ponytail nervously. He [i]said[/i] he wasn't going to hurt her, but the rumours about him resurfaced in her mind, and they were difficult to suppress. This guy was perfectly capable of hurting people, seemingly for no reason at all in some examples that she heard, so why should she believe him? What came next however, completely disarmed her. Carelessly, Kirigakure moved on to complimenting her for confronting him, even going as far as calling her [i]cute[/i] before suggesting she leave the range with him. Dumbfounded, Saya shot him a completely blank stare, her brain refusing to process what was happening. She had just chased down the resident Bad Boy of Warakuma High and called him a jerk, and in return, he wanted to [i]hang out[/i] with her. "H-Huh?" Her response was sluggish, a confused and bewildered expression painting her features as she felt completely and utterly [i]embarrassed[/i] by the situation. [i]So much for taking initiative and helping Rokoru-senpai, you idiot![/i] Her newly found dilemma would only become more complicated as she felt someone suddenly appear at her side, her eyes darting in mute surprise at the imposing figure of Rokoru Ishiara, staring down Kirigakure with what could only be described as cold fury. She was intently aware that he was essentially standing between her and the rival archer, almost as if he was [i]protecting[/i] her from his influence, despite saying nothing to suggest it. Perhaps, in normal circumstances Saya would find the concept to be appealing, particularly since Rokoru-senpai cared enough to help her out in the first place, but the purely volatile energy that radiated from the two men was enough to convince her that this was a very [i]bad[/i] situation. "U-Umm..." Saya coughed somewhat pathetically, trying to steel her frayed nerves and resolve the situation before it quickly spiralled out of control. "I don't think that's a good idea, K-Kirigakure-san. I think you should just go..." Letting out a shaky breath, her attention then turned to Rokoru, who still appeared to be facing Akira with an all-too-eager desire to get into a violent confrontation with the fellow senior. "Senpai?" Her voice was quiet but unusually steady as she tried to break his concentration away from the other male. "We should get going too, right?"