[h3][b]Mika Moriyama[/b]
/// [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PfQwNnQg4Ro]Warakuma Shopping Complex[/url][/h3]
	After returning with everyone’s drinks, Mika found her (and as a result, everyone’s) way over to a small table surrounded by stools. Rokoru had taken a seat next to her, and without anyone noticing, had subtly pulled it a little closer to Mika when he went to sit down. Mika wrapped her hands carefully around the cup reeking of coffee beans and cream. Anyone who knew her on a friend level knew that that drink was not [i]just[/i] a coffee, but instead, a triple-cream hazelnut/vanilla shaken latté. She pulled it a little closer to herself so that the rising steam hit her chin. Thinking back on what he had said seconds before Rokoru arrived, Mika nodded a little. Maybe he was right.

	Mika slid the two guys’ drinks to them—Rokoru a frothy drink similar to her own and Akira a simple soft drink. Just as she went to take a quick sip from her latté, Akira started talking to Rokoru, and she shot him a glare. Of course he’d just go for Rokoru immediately and try to rub something in whatever wound was showing. What was being rubbed in, Mika wasn’t certain, however. Out of a weird kind of respect and frustration for the two guys before her, she attempted to ignore whatever their argument or fight or whatever entailed. But it was hard to ignore when Akira said “[color=007236]I thought you were gunning for someone else but she isn’t bad, congratulations.[/color]” Rokoru squirmed in his skin a bit after listening to the jabs Akira made, and he made an obvious effort to not look at Mika when he said “gunning for someone else”.

	With a bit of a slam, Rokoru put his fists flat-down on the table, sloshing around the liquid in the cups a bit. As a side-result, [url=http://i.imgur.com/jY17h6L.jpg]the front of Rokoru’s shirt was clearly visible.[/url] “[color=red]I don’t even like her that much. Not my fault that she wanted to scum some money off me and get some new clothes. It isn’t like I have much cash to spend anyway. I wasted everything I had when me and Hashimoto went to that sports store.[/color]”

	Before either of them could continue on with their peaceful conversation, Mika jabbed Rokoru in the side with her pointer finger, and spoke up. “[color=palegreen]Why do you guys hate each other so violently? Educate me on what I missed in that one year I wasn’t in the Archery club.[/color]” She tapped her chin just as Rokoru was about to say something. “[color=palegreen]And both sides of it, Rokoru.[/color]” Placated by her words, Rokoru sunk back into his seat (as much as you could when sitting on a stool, anyway) and fingered the cardboard insulation around the cup his hand wrapped around.

	Both Rokoru and Mika picked up their drinks and took a long, burning swig from them, picking them up and setting them down at almost the exact same time. Rokoru had told her of Akira before, of course, but someone like him can’t exactly be trusted to give a 100% completely unbiased and fair explanation of what had happened. “[color=palegreen]While I’m at it, Akira, why are you always a jerk around everyone? You didn’t act like you usually do before Rokoru showed up.[/color]” And at the wording she used, Rokoru straightened up a bit, probably thinking that Akira was trying to get into her pants or something by acting like the nicest guy around town. Mika stared at both boys intently until they’d answer with something.