scarf manager.

“Damn straight, fast food’s not really the same here as it is over in America, it’s like Japanese people don’t like to eat or somethin’.” Kagami paused mid-chew, before her words truly dawned on him. He quickly swallowed down his food. “Wait a sec– America? You’re a returnee, too? Or… no, a foreigner, maybe?” he asked, focusing a little better on her now that she genuinely had his attention. Truthfully, she didn’t look fully Japanese, and the way she spoke was a little rough as well. Maybe he could switch to English? It felt like it’d been forever since he got to speak it.

❝ Foreigner. I’m on a study abroad program. Since you say ‘too’, may I assume that you’re also American? Perhaps a half? I admit that Japanese can be a bit of a challenge, so if you speak English, that’d be quite convenient for me. ❞ If directing the conversation was going to be as smooth as it was starting out to be, she was confident in her data gathering from him as well.

“No, I still feel sleepy, just… sleepy and jittery?” Arguing with her about something that’s not baseball related is such a pain, though; Furuya feels himself growing sleepier with every passing moment. And that scarf looks so soft… The pitcher blinks, trying to shake off the thought so he doesn’t doze off on her and reprimand him again. “If we keep talking about sleep, I’ll fall asleep,” he admits in a mutter. “Also, um. Who are you?” It’s not a very polite way of asking, but the curious sentiment is the same nonetheless.

❝ ... That’s weird. Never met anyone who could be more lethargic than Sushi-senpai. ❞ And here she thought she had seen it all. ❝ There should be more ways to be able to keep you awake, I’m sure. I should think on that... ❞ After all, what better accomplishment could there be than helping a hopeless case become hopeful again? ❝ I’m Erika. The introduction is a bit late, but you were asleep earlier. How about you? ❞

“ !!! ” barely registers as a response, having seen the ball through peripherals and turning to catch it, though he is slow and STAGGERS from the force of what would have otherwise hit him square in the chest. he may have stopped it, but the ball’s impact stings and he drops the ball for a moment to shake the pain of his hands away, only to notice the culprit drifting his way:  “ hey, is this your BALL ? ”

❝ No, it’s not. I’m just a random passerby who saw the basketball being thrown towards you and wanted to take it. ❞ She shifts her gaze to the ball he had dropped, wondering what exactly went through his mind when he did so. Don’t people normally pick up the ball and give it back to whoever lost it? This could be a good social experiment. Erika holds her hands out, expecting for the other to pick it up and give it to her. ❝ You okay? I didn’t mean for it to go so far. ❞

“That’s fair, I wouldn’t wanna be like Midorima either!” Way to defend your best friend. Really, though – Takao will stick with being himself, thank you very much. Midorima’s a great guy, but too stoic. Even if he wound up in another silly situation with his offer, life’s more fun when you do ridiculous things. “Nah, just saying it can be good to be openminded! People can surprise you.” The point guard grins, and bends down slightly to allow her to climb on his back. He’s going to look like an idiot walking through the streets like that, but at least it’s him and most people aren’t even going to be that surprise. At the most they’ll just assume he lost (another) bet. “You better not take me to court if I run into something and injure both of us.”

She pauses, before slowly pulling herself up onto his back. It’s not difficult given that their height difference isn’t significant, but now she’s beginning to rethink her joke. ❝ ... how strong are you, really? ❞ Is she making a mistake right now? Athletes shouldn’t be weak, right? ❝ Though I’d take that ‘something’ to court, not you, of course. ❞ A pause. ❝ Or I could sue your legs for being unable to walk correctly. ❞ Not like she has the resources and time to actually do that, but she may as well indulge the other’s jesting. ❝ If I’m accidentally strangling you, just tap out. ❞

               🍬 Murasakibara sounded every bit as obnoxious as he was to average players, he didn’t have any sympathy for them. ❝I’m always safe, Eri-chin. ❞ the purple haired teen stated, pouting as he felt himself growing hungry. ❝Ne, I’m hungry, have you seen my food? I think Masa-chin hid it from me~ ❞ Atsushi sighed, regretting the day he ever decided to come to Yosen. Why did they have to hide his food from him? That was just cruel.

❝ Ah, I see. It would be bad if he got injured, right? Since he wouldn’t be able to use the opportunity you graciously gave to him. ❞ She glanced at the other from her peripheral vision, finding amusement in the other’s words. Well, she didn’t really have a stance on the thin line of tolerance between those that were ‘average’ and the ‘prodigies’. Masako could deal with things if they went too far. ❝ Hm~? Well, let’s just say she left half of them for me to hide. I was told that I shouldn’t let you eat until you at least finish up the last five minutes of the practice match. ❞ Masako’s prediction of the future was frighteningly accurate, wasn’t it? ❝ Though how about this? If you hold out, I can take you to the new sweets shop that opened a few blocks away. It’ll be on me. ❞ There were many ways to motivate lethargic people, so Erika wondered which one he would go for.