[b]Saya Ueno: Warakuma High- Archery Range[/b]

The senior seemed to accept Saya's apology, and said little more as he gave her a wave before leaving the room.

As soon as he did, Saya felt her legs go numb, to the point that she had to find a seat just to collect her composure for a moment. There was an old box coated with dust by the corner, so she settled for that. Wrinkling her nose slightly, she wiped the dust away with a sweep of her palm, before letting herself sit lightly on top. Her head was still spinning from the events of the past hour. It had started so innocuously, with Rokoru-senpai offering his help with her Archery skills (an offer she was starting to regret refusing), and then the sudden competition between him and Kirigakure that had sprung out of nowhere and left the club reeling in a state of shock. She still couldn't believe that Rokoru-senpai had [i]lost[/i] in the way that he did. There had to be a reason somehow!

Her thoughts wandered then, to the other senior that she had chosen to confront. Akira Kirigakure. From the get-go, she was told that he was a bad person. He was violent, he was sarcastic, and he was outright [i]mean.[/i] The way he had spoken to Rokoru-senpai at least exposed the two latter sentiments. However, when he was actually talking to her, he seemed kind of...warm. A bit mischievous and most definitely [i]forward[/i], but he didn't seem like the guy that she had heard so many bad things about. Was he really just that good at hiding his bad side? Or was there something more to him?

"Ugh..." Saya rubbed her temples as she felt her head ache slightly. Perhaps she was overthinking things. The important thing was that Rokoru-senpai and Kirigakure didn't break into a fight right in front of her. [i]That[/i] would have been disastrous. Still... Saya felt a guilty smile appear on her lips as she remembered the way Rokoru had appeared out of nowhere to protect her, standing with such confidence and determination as he warded Kirigakure away from her. She had been so caught up in the direness of the situation that she hadn't even thought about it much, but now that she did...

[i]It doesn't matter if he did it because he's the President,[/i] Saya thought to herself, her smile growing even brighter. [i]When it mattered...when I was in trouble, he was there. He protected me.[/i]

There was no doubt now. Rokoru Ishiara was the one for her. And if she tried hard enough, she could be the one for him too.

Dusting herself off the slightly squashed box (in which she seriously hoped contained nothing important), Saya let out a quiet sneeze as the dust tickled her nose, before shaking her head with a sniffle. She really needed to get home now.

As she started to make her way out of the room, she withdrew her phone out of her pocket with a glint in her eyes. Hama-chan wouldn't hear the [i]end[/i] of this tonight.

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[b]Leiko Hamada: Warakuma Streets[/b]

The boy looked sheepish as Leiko finished her explanation, stammering out some kind of excuse for his behaviour before offering his services with an outstretch of his hands. Leiko couldn't help but barely conceal a smile. It wasn't often that people took her attitude in stride, and even less would actually [i]apologise[/i] without making a quick exit. "Very well. You may carry this and this," she instructed, her tone somewhat nonchalant as she handed him practically [i]all[/i] of her bags, with the exception of one, which also happened to be the lightest. "Shall we?" She asked with a light smirk, and they soon fell in step as they headed to Leiko's home.

Of course, now came the end of the bargain that appealed to Leiko less. The means of [i]starting[/i] a conversation with this stranger. Leiko wasn't exactly the best at small talk; after all, until a few years ago, she never had to bother. She preferred conversations that held purpose and were straight to the point. But the young man [i]was[/i] carrying her bags at the moment, so the least she could do was indulge him. "So what brings you to our quaint little town of Warakuma?" She asked inquistively, fixing Tanaka with a searching look. She was actually a little curious; after all, there really wasn't all that much to do in the town, and there was a suspicious amount of new people transferring here these days. "Was it the nature? The run down amusement park? The delinquent cults?"