[b]Sato Hashimoto[/b] // [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D_O2zAbZYeg]Hashimoto Residence[/url] April 11 2015, SATURDAY Early Morning The ring slowly got louder until it was too obnoxious to ignore. Sato rolled over onto his side and reached to turn it off, only managing to do so after a few long moments of stretching his arm as far as he could. The room was filled with an utter silence except for the trace sounds of nature outside. When he felt his eyes slowly closing again, the boy flopped over to the edge of the bed, sitting up and waiting to let himself wake up more before he started his morning ritual. As he did so, he checked his phone, having only turned off the alarm the last time he looked at it. No new calls or texts besides a “I’m working late today” text from his mother. Not a big shocker, since she typically did that every other Saturday for a reason unbeknownst to Sato. He lifted himself from his blanket-padded bed as soon as he felt alive enough to move and went through his morning routine: shower, brush teeth, eat breakfast, get everything he needs, and leave when it was time to do so. The same as every other morning. Though, he found it uncomfortable to be in his household without any other people there. Not a pet, not a parent, not a sibling. There was nothing to break the silence except for the morning news he put on to watch as he ate a bowl of rice from last night with a fried egg on top of it. No particularly interesting or relative news was covered during the short time he paid attention to it, though there was a short bit involving a phenomenon in teens lately that’s been causing cults, gangs, and the like to pop up around Warakuma. It didn’t seem a big deal to Sato, being a city boy at heart and birth, but he could see how it was a bit concerning for such groups to be appearing in a town like Warakuma. He mulled over his plans for the rest of the day and short bits of news he had just watched as he quietly opened and closed the door, heading off to school. ------- [b]Sato Hashimoto[/b] // [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZNcNF79gqQk]Warakuma High[/url] April 11 2015, SATURDAY After School Sato leaned back in his chair, waiting for the crowd of students rushing to get out to disappear before he himself left. The first full week of school was over and everybody was ecstatic to get their first weekend of the school year, even if everyone in his class had homework assigned due the next school day. Nothing could put a damper on such a relaxing moment, after all, and it showed in the entire class’s overall positive atmosphere throughout the entire last period. He gathered his books up into a pile and slid them into his school bag before getting up and going around to take it off the small hook of the desk. There wasn’t much to do on Saturdays, since Archery had no meetings and Drama’s dress rehearsals wouldn’t be happening for a while. Having been spending time with them throughout the whole week, Sato wasn’t quite keen on hanging out with the usual group (consisting of Yuki, Mika, Rokoru and himself), and instead decided on talking to one of the other several new people he had met throughout the recent past days if he somehow saw one of them. Otherwise he would merely go home and relax in preparation of another week of school after Sunday was over. Walking out the front entrance, Sato peered around through the crowd of students idling around or making their way through the crowd the same way as him. It was nearly impossible to distinguish a (relatively) unfamiliar face with such a dynamic cloud of people in the way. [i]Someone would come up if they wanted to talk.[/i] Sato justified giving up the search with that reasoning, and just as he returned his eyes to his actual walking path, he saw the body directly in front of him too late to stop himself. Instead he simply collided with the person, knocking them forward a bit and recoiling himself. It didn’t take long to distinguish the victim as Rokoru, due to the “official” Archery Club jacket worn by them with dim yellow—“Archery Club yellow,” according to Rokoru and Mika— stripes running down the arms. Who made it or why, Sato had absolutely no clue, since literally nobody else had any similar articles. It honestly seemed kind of ugly to Sato but it wasn’t his place to judge others’ choices in wardrobe. Rokoru turned around to face Sato, a look of ‘Why…?’ on his face. Sato rubbed the back of his head as he explained the reason why that just happened, and the older boy snorted a bit at the stupidity of it before continuing to walk off, though Sato awkwardly walked alongside him, letting his school bag dangle precariously from his hand. The two followed with the crowd out until the gate where people broke off from the flow to go their owns ways to home, and Sato stopped in his tracks, Rokoru stopping as well in surprise of the sudden halt in the side of his view. Sato looked at the club president. “Mika told me about your situation.” Rokoru’s eyes narrowed at the words but his typical unimpressed expression didn’t change. “Honestly,” Sato started, voice in a very matter-of-fact tone, “you should probably just let your family move. Your father and family would be glad to have the extra cash that comes with the job.” At first, Rokoru seemed tolerant of the answer he gave that wasn’t asked for, and Sato felt a bit proud of himself for being able to help his troubled friend, but the fist that struck him straight in the jaw told him otherwise. The answer was, in fact, [i]not[/i] a good one and the shot pushed Sato back a bit. He touched the spot where he was hit and felt his forehead crease as he wiped blood from his lip. Unsure of what to do with the blood stain on several of his fingers, Sato returned his attention back to his assailant, who had already left, walking away at a strong pace. His comment may have been a bit out-of-nowhere and possibly not the thing he wanted to here, but if Rokoru was just going to rudely fly off the handle like that when he didn’t hear what he desired to hear, then that was his problem. He took a quick breath and wiped off as much he could of the blood on his darkly colored pant leg, the part where his jacket overlapped in particular. He was going to wash his uniform later in the day anyway. There was still the issue that his lip was still bleeding, but after a quick wipe of the hand again, he realized there was only blood on the bottom lip and barely any on his chin. Still an issue but it would likely stop bleeding after a few minutes anyway, so Sato felt no hurry to go put something on it or clean up immediately, and instead opted for continuing his way out of the school, albeit at a much slower pace.