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                “ OI !! are you ignoring my pleas for someone to buy                    me ice cream && fulfill my selfish whims ?? “ oikawa                    how would anyone be able to decipher that’s what                    you meant from such simple words ??

          Nabe was not sure why the other was behaving this way, but he’s knew he had to get away or this guy may continue to bother him. Of course, this did not mean that he would become rude to the male, instead he’ll try to polite refuse his request. “Um, I’m not sure who you are, so I believe it would not be best for me to buy you an ice cream.”

          The rain was not enough to end the game, instead it continued for the long run, until it got too harsh for the players to play in. The game ended without any more complications, despite the rain. However, it still poured down with ferocity. Brown hues glanced down at the papers for a few seconds before meeting the eyes of the female before him. “Yes, they are important notes from the game. I can't have my hard work ruined.”

untilgrace // starter. 

          The redundancy of the other’s words were slightly awkward to the male, so he decided to just ignore him to finish the task at hand.

Eijun was admittedly lost in thought, eyes trained on the manga in front of him as he read it quietly. He really should have been doing homework, but instead he was in the cafeteria having a snack and doing something to distract himself (and hopefully was hiding away well enough from Kanemaru to avoid a scolding). He jumped at the sound of a voice, however, gold automatically tearing away from the book, the pocky resting between his lips breaking.

          It was surprising to see the boisterous underclassman read quietly while eating a snack. usually the male was loud and often trying to provoke MIyuki into catching for him in the bullpen. The sight before him was refreshing, because he knew that Sawamura was taking a break, which was always needed when playing such a rigorous sport. Slightly smiling, he approached the table and sat on the other side of the male, placing his notes before him. “You’re not, Sawamura. I just wanted to talk to you about your pitching at practice.”