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[hr]| April 9th, 2018 | Hintori Highschool - Classroom 2-A |
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As the bell rang to signal the end of the school day, Yori stretched out of her hunched position over her desk until her bones audibly popped, notebook pages filled to the brim with notes detailing everything mentioned in class. From the boring minutiae of a lesson to an off-handed comment Momoji-sensei made about eggs being better with ketchup, anything spoken by her teachers was recorded in writing. A natural occurrence when you wrote down what was heard without thinking about what it meant.

Her things packed away, Yori took a second to glance around the classroom, noting the groups that came together to socialize with class finished for the day. Friends who knew each other from the previous year clumped together seamlessly, newcomers who were in different classes last year and loners left the classroom the first chance they got, whether to go to their respective clubs or find old friends somewhere else. 

The only outliers were the third year who spoke on stage earlier that morning, Nakano-san, the transfer student, Hoshino-san, and a popular boy from last year, Asakura-san. A strange trio, all burdened by rumors that Yori couldn't help but overhear throughout the day. It wasn't like people were attempting to hide them, after all. A familiar itch arrived the longer she stared at them, hand twitching by her side as she took a step toward them.

Then she looked at the clock, noticed the time, and walked out of the classroom. There wasn't enough time in the day to waste on rumors alone.

[center][hr]| April 9th, 2018 | Hintori Highschool - Third Floor |[@Hero]|
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It didn't take long for Yori to reach her destination, with only a single flight of stairs between her classroom and the clubroom she had looked for. Clutched in her hand was a flyer, one of the few in the school, for the Archery Club that somehow still existed in Hinotori High. It was simple for her to reach out to the door and grab the handle, but Yori visibly hesitated for a good, long moment before she opened it.

But as the interior of the club room was revealed, her shoulders sunk down, her grip slackened. Once again, Sasaki Yori was back, not where she needed to be, but where she wanted to be. A home away from home, of sorts.

Though the room was familiar, not all the people were, and so she looked around for the person that was. It was the familiar name on the pamphlet that led her back, knowing that the previous captain was gone, but understanding that the new one could be trusted. When she spotted her, Yori approached with a respectful bow, only to greet the new captain of the Archery Club with a simple, [color=c4df9b]"Kogoro-senpai. Good Afternoon."[/color][/indent]