The red-haired male sighed and swiped his forearm across his brow to rid himself of the sweat that had gathered there. The garden club was hard work, but he loved every moment of it. Seeing the flowers bloom and grow made all of the work worth it in the end.
Right now, Kasanoda was the only member left at the school, since classes had let out a good three hours ago. There was still work to be done, though, and he had no real desire to go home so he had ended up staying past the club hours. It was becoming almost like a ritual to him, staying until the school's janitors kicked him off the grounds and told him to go home.
He took a swig of the water bottle next to him and leaned down again, reaching for a stubborn weed in the middle of a bush. That was when he heard footsteps and faint humming, which had him sitting upright again. He had half a mind to brush it off as one of the janitors passing through, until he caught sight of the blue of one of the school's uniforms.