hanmiku:
話を。。。！— "you always say that, jia-kun, but i’m just a huge loser!" his cheeks flare with anger, kicking the basketball for what would be the umpteenth time he was unable to master the art of ‘fending for himself.’ it was always jiaheng who would have to brush away the kids teasing him for playing in the court. miku was just sick of playing the victim. “you don’t need to help me all the time!”
"You're only a loser if you give up!" he protests, leaning down to scoop the ball up with one hand and tuck it under his arm. Honestly, he does feel bad for the boy, having maybe taken his own height and strength for granted and only realising it when pitched with someone who lacked both. "If you don't want me to help, I won't. I'll walk away now and you'll be able to do it on your own."
