XI. STRENGTH

“I guess you’ve got a point.” After leaving his mouth agape for a good minute or so, he decided to give a reply, however brief. Shoulders raised into a stiff shrug, and he furrowed his brow.

“Yeah, kind of.” The blunt answer came naturally; it was kind of annoying to get told what to do by strangers, so Daisuke spoke as much with absolute honesty. To his credit, he realised a moment later that he wasn’t as severely irritated as the girl might assume from this response, and added at length: “Don’t worry about it, though, man – I’d rather girls come up to me to give me tips than to give me love letters, y’know? It’s a lot more useful.” 

His features softened somewhat with his words, shaking his head as though to dismiss the negativity in his expression. 

   “Love letters?” Incredulous, her face mimicking her surprise. Not in a mean way, just was this some sort of common occurrence. Was this guy some kinda stud in whatever small town his team traveled from? “Umm no worries. Not really that type of girl.” Even the whole letter in the locker move seemed a little bold to her. 

   “Not really. Just when I was a kid. Doesn’t really count” Even though it wasn’t the sport she was in charge of, she had always liked it. And she had kicked around the ball with some of the others school athletes after practices. But that really wasn’t worth bringing up. 

♱  — as per usual, he was enthralled in his laptop. currently keeping tabs on school students and ongoings of what happened on the school grounds. due to his looks jin had never been approached, and honestly was caught off guard when he heard someone else’s voice. swapping tabs now would be suspicious, so jin merely paused a second then, as calmly as he could, closed his laptop and turned to her. ❛ is that really any of your business? ❜

   It wasn’t as if she really cared. If she had it her way she wouldn’t come to school either. Just dealing with disappointed teachers telling her how she didn’t care day after day was enough to call it quits. But it wasn’t as if she was lurking around like some creep like this dude and his laptop. If he was trying to be subtle, he was failing. 

Still, it seemed that his dread was over nothing in this case; she was speaking his language. 

  No wonder he was so taken aback when she had approached him- but it had seemed so easy. Something about him gave her a vibe he was like Kaz. In fact she hadn’t even really talked to him but after watching him play- she had a feeling they would get along. 

   “You’re hesitating a little bit. You got to trust your instincts. You’re still getting to the ball of course, but just a split second sooner and you could make the play even better.”

   Part of her considered not saying anything, she had even bit her lip to stop herself. But when it came to doling out athletic advice she was as unstoppable as she was when it came to food.

              Grey eyes focus on the manager of the kendo team. They had spoken once and conversations were never sparked again. Instead he focused his time with kendo practice or speaking with his fellow teammates. They were all stunned by what a natural he was, though he had an advantage due to training in the tower.

              Though now her attention is focused on him, as he packs away equipment into the lockers. He’s unsure of where her interest lies in requesting his precense on the track home, but he’s never one to deny.

   She watched him carefully, trying to figure out just why so many people seemed to think this kid was so cool. He was so quiet and never really seemed to be paying attention to anything but his headphones. Weird. 

          “I’m not surprised,” Yu responds, though it’s mostly to himself, because he probably wouldn’t have heard of  Inaba himself if it weren’t for his mother’s tenuous connection with her younger brother. Yu wondered if it was the months in Inaba that made it so difficult to function in the city now, but there was certainly a sense of relief as well that came from the familiar sensation of being boxed in on all sides by gleaming glass buildings.

 “Yep! Well.... I used to. All done now. Nishiwaki Yuko!”

   A friendly smile, maybe this conversation wasn’t as much of a bust as she thought. 

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