#kannoshida

The former track star bit his tongue seeing Kamoshida pass through the hall. This man held as much as his ire as he does for his own father; people like Kamoshida was scum of the Earth and Ryuji wasn’t afraid to let them know that...

Though, now that he had made friends with Akira, he’s been trying to reel in his anger for the appropriate times. His heart will be changed soon enough, he just has tot not screw it up by letting his anger get the best of him again...

Yuri was getting desperate. Ever since he began training in Japan and unable to return to his home ring in Russia, it had been one struggle after another. Now that he was legally an adult and not under his guardian’s care, nor did he have any real family anymore he can rely on, he was on his own.

Yuri immediately started searching for a new coach after Yakov and Victor had officially retired, and not one of them could handle Yuri’s feistiness and temper. He was about to give up hope until someone had answered his ad. “Suguru Kamoshida? That name sounds familiar...”

Of course, upon a quick internet search, he was instantly exposed to artical after article about his scandal at Shujin Academy. Any smart person would have instantly rejected him. He might as well kiss his figure skating career goodbye if he as much as be seen with a registered sex offender and abuser. No sponsors would want to work with him if he decides to go through with this deal.

So, why even consider him? The man was an Olympic gold medalist and had an amazing track record of coaching winning teams. He would be dumb not to at least consider him? As fellow athlete, he knew exactly what it took to win. Also, if the rumors were true about the Phantom Thieves changing his heart, he wouldn’t do anything to get himself thrown in jail again, right?

There was also the fact that he wasn’t even a figure skating coach, but a volleyball coach. While he was hoping he was more knowledgeable on the sport, he could fill him in on those details if he decides to hire him. I mean, all he had to do was represent him at competitions and maybe help him come up with a better training regime. Right?

After making the proper arrangements with his current parole officer, he decided to let him come coach him for a day and see if this arrangement was going to work.

“Okumura…?”  Kamoshida’s wrapped in a blanket, sat by a space heater that kept his whole apartment toasty warm… He’s splurged a little, as a gift to himself.

“…I mean… Come in. I was just about to make dinner.” He got out of the other’s way, still looking pretty stunned… To think that his friend as a teen would come out looking for him. Was this a joke…?

   “What can I say? Everyone’s a comedian. Seriously though how do trials work.” This isn’t a homework question, honest.    

“Trials are actually pretty simple. From a zoomed-out perspective at least. The defendant’s charges are addressed, then the prosecuting party and defending party take turns providing evidence to either prove or disprove their innocence. Evidence can range between physical objects, photos of the crime scene, documents, records, and eyewitness reports. Once both parties have put forth all of their evidence, the jury decides based on that evidence whether the defendant is guilty or not guilty.

             “ a corrupted heart cushions blows. without that, you’re left to feel every blow. it’s painful, isn’t it? ”

he watched once, with incandescent eyes as this man almost died in fire && rage. his fate was hers. && with that, this change occurred, somehow. it wasn’t due to akira’s own mercy. 

“…” He’ll flex, but also shy away a little since shit man he’s never been on the other side of The Look before.

He’s here with a bandage. Gonna put it on and maintain pressure while also maintaining eye contact.

The blood flow was cut off by Kamoshida’s bandage as pressure on the wound quickly followed. Dull irises locked with the other as a small smile spread across his lips.