Fun Sundays!!

The school days rolled by in a relentless blur of assignments, practicals, and grueling tests. Between exhausting training sessions and rigorous academics, Sana still found time for her evening runs, her sneakers pounding against the pavement as she lost herself in the rhythm. But Sundays—oh, Sundays were their sanctuary.

For Sana, Satoru, Suguru, and Shoko, that one day was sacred. A day meticulously planned for mischief, competition, and well-deserved fun.

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"Hah! Watch me clear this level with my eyes closed!" Satoru declared, cracking his knuckles as he plopped down at the arcade racing game, a cocky grin plastered across his face.

"Satoru, please, we all know your strategy is just ramming into walls until you somehow win by accident," Suguru quipped, shaking his head.

"Shut up and watch greatness unfold," Satoru smirked, gripping the controls. Sana and Shoko exchanged knowing glances before sliding into their own seats.

The game began, neon lights flashing as the cars sped forward. Against all odds, Satoru was surprisingly good—his reckless driving somehow keeping him ahead. Suguru struggled to catch up, cursing under his breath. Meanwhile, Shoko drove like she had an eternal sigh playing in her head, utterly indifferent. Sana, however, was competitive.

"Sana! You're right behind Shoko! Go for it!" Satoru cheered, eyes gleaming with excitement.

Sana's grip tightened on the wheel. With a sudden burst of speed, she overtook Shoko at the last second, crossing the finish line alongside Satoru.

"And that's game! Bow before your champions!" Satoru whooped, throwing his hands up in victory.

Suguru sighed. "They won by sheer luck, didn't they?"

"Absolutely," Shoko deadpanned, already reaching for her wallet.

The losers were treating them to dinner.

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A few Sundays later, while wandering through a lively district in Tokyo, they stumbled upon a crowd gathered around a stage.

"Oh no," Suguru muttered as he spotted the enthusiastic glint in Satoru's eyes.

Before they could react, Satoru had already dashed toward an event coordinator. Moments later, he returned with an impossibly wide grin.

"Surprise! I signed us all up for the eating competition!" he announced grandly.

"You did what?" Sana asked, half-laughing, half-exasperated.

"Think about it," Satoru pressed. "What's better than free food and a chance to crush other people's dreams?"

"Is it really about dreams?" Sana raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, absolutely."

Despite their protests, they were soon seated at a long table, staring at a mountainous feast. The competition began, and one by one, contestants dropped like flies. Shoko was the first to tap out, calmly wiping her mouth with a napkin. Suguru lasted a few rounds longer but ultimately surrendered with a groan.

At the final round, only two remained: Satoru and Sana.

The audience watched in awe as they battled bite for bite, neither backing down.

"I can't believe I made it to the finals," Sana muttered, staring at her plate.

"Why do you look like you just committed a crime?" Satoru asked, tilting his head.

"I don't know, it's just... Everyone's watching," she whispered, suddenly self-conscious.

Satoru rolled his eyes. "Sana, this isn't a beauty pageant. It's food. No one cares how you look while eating. Just focus on beating me."

Something about his unwavering confidence snapped her out of it. She smirked. "You sure about that?"

"Oh, absolutely. Because I'm not holding back either."

The final stretch was fierce. The crowd roared as they stuffed bite after bite, matching each other in intensity. But in the end, Satoru barely edged out the victory—only because the last round consisted mostly of sweets, and Sana wasn't a fan of desserts.

He patted her on the back, grinning. "That was impressive. I think you just became my official eating rival."

"I'll beat you next time," she promised, shaking her head in amusement.

Suguru sighed but couldn't hide the small, proud smile on his lips.

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After a long, eventful Saturday, they found themselves at the riverside, the city lights reflecting off the calm water. The vast sky stretched above them, twinkling with a million silent stories.

Sana lay on the grass, staring up in quiet wonder. "It's so beautiful...." Her voice was barely above a whisper, lost in thought.

Her mind drifted to a memory—sitting under a similar sky with Akagi, making a silent vow to always cherish their bond. A tear slipped down her cheek before she could stop it.

Satoru flopped down beside her, hands behind his head. "You know, the stars are nice and all, but they don't compare to me."

She let out a small, breathy laugh. "Stop, Satoru. Just enjoy the view."

He glanced at her, noticing the sadness lingering in her eyes. His usual smirk softened. "I won't even charge you if you want to gaze into my eyes instead."

Sana rolled her eyes, grateful for the distraction. "Yes, sure."

Nearby, Suguru and Shoko sat in companionable silence, the soft hum of the river filling the gaps between their words.

"You two are ridiculous," Suguru muttered, shaking his head.

"At least they're entertaining," Shoko replied, sipping her drink.

The night wrapped around them like a comforting embrace. Even in the quiet, Satoru could tell something weighed on Sana's heart. He didn't push, though. Some things weren't meant to be forced.

Eventually, they all made their way back to the dorms, exhaustion settling into their bones. One by one, doors clicked shut, the world growing silent.

Then, in the dead of night, just as everything seemed still, a sharp knock echoed against Suguru's door.