[h3][b]Rokurou Ishihara[/b] // [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vo7-09isJqw]Ishihara Residence, Rokurou’s Room[/url][/h3][b]MAY 6TH 2015, WEDNESDAY
Midnight[/b]

	“[b]R[/b]okurou…” A soft voice whispered, a gentle hand running down the boy’s exposed back. He groaned, not bothering to lift his face from the pillow he was sleeping on. The girl pushed herself onto her side and shook Rokurou a bit to wake him up. Silently, he rolled onto his back and looked over at his companion, eyes only half open. “I need to get home soon.”

	The third-year scratched at his jaw. “Why? I thought you said your parents weren’t coming home?” Rokurou replied, dreading the idea of getting out of the warm nest of blankets. Plus, he didn’t remember where he’d tossed his clothes and finding those would be an awkward adventure in the dark.

	“Sorrryyy… I forgot my dad got back before school…” She ran her fingers across the male’s chest, for no real reason. It was almost counter-productive, in a way. Rokurou stretched his arms above his head, letting out a yawn as he did so. With a grumble he dragged himself out of bed and stumbled blindly forward. Though he was still in the buff, he didn’t make any effort to cover himself. There wasn’t any reason to, in his eyes.

	“Alright, just lemme find my pants…” Rokurou said, right before bumping into the drumset in the corner, a loud clamoring cringingly resulting. It took him a while but he did eventually find his jeans, pulling them on swiftly as soon as his hands found the denim. He threw on his black shirt and cracked the door, making sure nobody had woken up before he and his lover absconded from the house.

[hr][h3][b]Sato Hashimoto[/b] // [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f4iGZxO-8mw]Warakuma High, Library[/url][/h3][b]MAY 6TH 2015, WEDNESDAY
Afterschool[/b]

	[b]S[/b]ato Hashimoto was rhythmically tapping a pen against his textbook. That is, until someone gave him an ugly look. The boy returned to studying whatever was on the current page— some type of math— but it didn’t take long for him to lose interest again. Today was not a studying kind of day. He almost wished he had went to archery instead, but after the last time he’d gone there, it seemed better to let it cool off first. Hopefully it wasn’t long-term damage or anything.

	Sato looked over at his study partner. Naomi was hard at work, writing down neat notes after looking at the page for a bit. He still hadn’t gotten over that phase where his face would start burning a bit if he looked at her soft features for too long. Even the light brown bedraggled head of hair she had at the moment was enough to trigger the painful blush. The girl across the table kept shooting him glares and he’d try to return to studying each time to no avail. Sato eventually ended up just staring at the textbook like he’d absorb just by watching the writing long enough even though he was busy in his own thoughts. Was she even interested in him or was this just a friendly friend friendship? Where were the clues?

	[i]Whatever,[/i] Sato thought, [i]it’s not like any relationship I start would last past the end of the year.[/i]