[b]Rokoru Ishiara[/b] // [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5BcYDO3cc2s]Warakuma High, Archery Range[/url]

	Akira commented on Rokoru’s expressions, getting a laugh out of how serious he was about it, and further going on about how he was losing cool fast. Typical stuff that didn’t even get a notch into Rokoru’s steel stance, keeping both her away from him and him away from her. It frustrated him a lot that this prick wouldn’t just leave the members of the archery team—let alone the club—for good, and instead staying around pretty much just to torment and show off to everyone.

	Ueno spoke up shortly after, suggesting that he [i]should[/i] leave right away, and Rokoru shot her a glance of approval. Akira coolly shrugged off the nervous feeling of the girl’s voice and stated that the whole thing was just a joke. A really, really fucked up joke, that’s for sure. With little more than that, Akira turned away from them and headed off towards the main building. Rokoru let his body relax as he walked off, before Ueno said the same to him. “[i]We should get going too, right?[/i]” He sighed loudly and elongatedly, as if to vent off the frustration in him. Going to the range ended up being the exact opposite of calming.

	“Look,” Rokoru started, though he felt awkward talking to her in such a downcast tone. “Don’t try to get into my battles. What would have happened if he beat the shit out of you? I would be responsible.” The idea of such a girl in a fight against one of Warakuma High’s Most Wanted riled him up a bit, though he remained composure to save face. “I should probably get going,” He adjusted his jacket to be straighter before taking a few steps away from the girl. The situation had been grim in its entirety, but he had to admit to himself that protecting Ueno had been a bit… pleasing. If she realized the half-smile on his lips were related to that, he could use his position of president as a scapegoat to keep his guilty pleasures secret.

	He slipped his hands back into his coat pockets and stared at Ueno for a bit, contemplating why she even wanted to join the club. She didn’t seem like she particularly enjoyed it, but then again, it wasn’t like he could judge character well anyway. Maybe she was really excited to poorly shoot those arrows. Maybe she just did it to get out of comfort zone and try something new. The possibilities were endless, and Rokoru could never come up with good guesses, so he pushed the thought train out of his head and averted his gaze from the underclassman. He felt awkward in his own skin as he waited for something from Ueno before heading off. Part of him hoped that she would suggest they go somewhere so that he could not go home, and part of him wished she would just leave and let him fester in his malice and pent-up frustrations.