[Center][h1]Noboru and Aiko Yamamoto[/h1][/center]

Aiko stammered. "A...a...are you sure?" Aiko's cosplays weren't perfect by any measure. He had only done one, Ryu. He wasn't ready for a job where it depended on it. He thought hard. It was a job, one where he could have something to do after school.

"Yes." It was something to do. Aiko lit up. It was time to practice his skills finally.

"Hey Noboru, don't you think it's a goo....Noboru?"

[Center][h2]Noboru Yamamoto-Warakuma Shrine [/h2][/center]

Noboru wandered around the shrine, picking up bits of trash. It was disgusting that people would disgrace it like this. He may have been biased though. This place held a lot of memories, good, bad, and indifferent. This was where he ran to shelter when he was younger, finding it a place of comfort. It was also where him and Chiaki decided to go their own ways. Things has been misunderstood, and it resulted in less then stellar circumstances. The last thing he remembered was her angry face. She had slapped him, leaving him at the shrine alone. He now kept his distancd even more than before, barely knowing who she was anymore.

Noboru took a moment of silence at the shrine, before wandering it again, trying to keep it pristine.