Villager B can fight too!

A fragment of the story:

Kei reached for his bag. He frowned as the zipper kept slipping from his fingers. Looking at his hand, he saw it trembled slightly. Only then did he note the pulsing sensation spreading all across it. During the match the adrenaline and time constraints kept his head busy enough to ignore it all. At that moment, however, it all came crashing down tenfold.

He took a deep breath, trying to tune out the dull throb and used his left hand instead. Perhaps his movements weren't as fluid, but he did manage to take out his clothes without much trouble. He blinked a few times, blurriness tugging on the edge of his vision. It must have been the warm lighting in the room, bouncing off of his glasses. He took a seat on the bench next to him, abandoning the fabrics in his hand and toed off his sneakers. Even his feet felt tingly, reminding him of all the jumps and running. It was troublesome, exhausting, yet exhilarating.

The black knee pads slid with great uncooperativeness off of his legs, almost dragging his socks with them. Other parts of his wardrobe also were misbehaving. When he tried putting his shoes back on, they were unrelenting. Their backs folded under him, not letting his feet move further in. As he glared down at the spiteful objects, a couple of different sneakers came into his view.

Tadashi bent his knees before him and before Kei could object, his right foot was being lifted. Without hesitation, Tadashi's hands and fingers moved swiftly, pushing the shoe until it sat comfortably around his heel and then tying its laces. Few people were watching the duo curiously and with bemusement.

“Yama–”

“You can barely hold anything, just let me do this,” interjected Tadashi.

Kei could feel the stares, boring holes into his skin, hear the amused snickers, but all he could focus on was Tadashi, his gentle, caring hands and his calm yet authoritative tone. The blond released the breath he didn’t know he was holding and tried to steady his heart, which was pounding to the rhythm of The Beginning. The chosen song stuck to his brain like glue, as he idly heard Tadashi singing it obnoxiously in the middle of their movie night. There was no reason for it or if there was, Kei couldn’t remember it. All he could recall was the giddiness that rocked his body, when his friend jumped onto his bed, extending his arms towards him, hurrying him up with the words of the song, “Stand up, stand up!”

Warmth crawled up onto his face, muting the logical thinking. There was something so intimate and personal, and nice in the simple gesture as tying someone else’s shoes. The pleasant feeling only strengthened, when brown eyes full of trust and admiration looked up and met a wide stare. Kei thought he’s gonna choke on the amount of emotions that flew through his body. Perhaps for the first time or maybe for the 100th, he wanted to kiss Tadashi so badly, he thought his insides would explode. His lips itched to be put against his ones. No part of him cared if they were chipped or thin or if his breath wasn’t smelling of roses, or if their teeth would clank against each other leaving them in pain.

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