####**Sato Hashimoto** // [Warakuma Shopping District] (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RbDkfG56Jbk)

When the boy turned around and stepped closer to him, Sato was unsure of what to think. He thought about it for a second before deciding that he should stop worrying about himself. This guy didn’t seem unnecessarily violent when he considered it; the man that Riku kicked _was_ being an obnoxious ass, and Sato couldn’t lie that if he was the type of person to do something like that, he would’ve. After the more matured looking boy took that step forward, he agreed to Sato’s offer and complained a bit about something Sato both didn’t understand and didn’t quite catch. It didn’t seem relevant (and it wasn’t his business as to why this guy was having a shitty day) so Sato disregarded it.

Though, just as Riku finished his muttering, a familiar girl approached the two boys. He looked at her as she walked over to them, trying to figure out where he knew her from. It took a sadly long time but Sato recognized her as that one girl that the supposedly now missing Noboru knew: Chiaki Nettu… or something like that. She greeted them in a pleasant manner, and Sato nodded in response. “Nice to see you again, Chaiki. I see you’re doing well?” It didn’t feel necessary to give much of a greeting considering that she was two years under him and they had already met each other.

Upon referring to Riku as “Senpai’s friend”, the punkish boy repeated the word with a course expression on his face before moving close to Chiaki, projecting that look onto her for a long moment. The whole thing concerned Sato a bit, especially when Riku said “Don’t throw that word around so lightly” to her and clarifying that he and Sato had just met literally minutes ago. Riku turned back to him after, commenting that Sato was going to pay for apparently drinks for all of them. “Right…?” Riku said to him icily. The tone meant that there was no way he was getting out of having to pay for them. It seemed he was destined to spend the rest of his money for others regardless of whether it was for relative strangers or the Drama Club president. Sato looked around the immediate area for somewhere to buy what he was being forced to buy.

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####**Sato Hashimoto** // [Warakuma Shopping District, Nearby Café] (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RbDkfG56Jbk)

After having taken orders from his two companions, Sato went off to get them and returned quickly with a extra large can of orange juice, a “chocolate frappe”, and some random soft drink Sato grabbed for himself. He sat down at the light-grey table by the window to the street and set the drinks down on the table, not really sure why he agreed to do this considering he was saving up for some new equipment that some of the Archery guys had shown him.

“So, uh, here’s what you guys hopefully wanted.” Sato rubbed the back of his neck quickly and awkwardly before taking a sip from the can of Dr. Salt. He reeled back in a bit of disgust from the immediate taste, regretting having chosen at random, but slowly realized that he actually enjoyed the strange (though probably expectable) salty taste. Though the shock of the soda barely distracted him from the fact that he had nothing to say to the people that he was with. Sato awkwardly shifted in his seat as he eyed down the other drinks he had just purchased.