[h1]Noboru Yamamoto-After School April 15 2015[/h1]

The night before hadn't been much eventful past their conversation. They grabbed something to eat and simply talked. Not a big deal in the scheme of things. Noboru was still tired from the past events however. You couldn't just shake something like that off. It just didn't happen. After getting out of class, Noboru grabbed his bag and looked inside. Yep. His exercise clothes were still in there. Nice and clean? Weird, seeing as he hadn't washed them before. Or maybe he did, and just forgotten about it. OR, maybe someone hhad sabotaged his clothes again for maximum embarrassment and was hoping he would try to rip his shorts. Oh well. He would just have to be hopeful that it wasn't the case with his clothes. He walked down the stairs and towards the exit, going down the path to the mall. He pulled out his phone and texted Chiaki, inquiring whether she was ready for the running today or not. Walking towards the mall still, his mind wandered off as he waited for a reply.

[h2]Akari Yamamoto-The smooth boxer[/h2]

Akari pounded the bag as hard as she could, letting hit swing wildly with each hit. Off in the distance, she saw one of the people she convinced(With minimal effort, no less) hitting another bag. He looked like an easy target. She slinked off to him, wiping the sweat from her brow.

"Hey there. How is it going?" Her words curled around him, leaving a faint scent of rudeness.