“Hey.. Ayumu.”
It was rare for Takeru to speak up to the second years, let alone actively seek Ayumu out to talk. He had seemed to appear out of nowhere behind the other stride runner, breathing deeply as if he had just finished his extra couple hour training after the regular group training. “How are you?.. How’s your injury?” His tone was genuinely concerned. Something that was, again, rare to see from Takeru.
↳ “ Hrm? “
Came an automatic response of name being mentioned, bring a can tea up to drink.
Tea nearly spluttered out of mouth at sudden words coming from dark hair konhai.
A couple of coughs && pounding of own chest with good arm, he was stable
enough to compose some form of words, looking over towards Running teammate.
“ G-gomen.. “
Apologizing for the over-dramatic reaction, a half, nervous, something of a smile
being offered in return.
“ It’s doing alright, though I am missing being able to move with it.
Writing with your not dominate hand is not easy. “
Though offered words were meant out of mere concern, it came as a complete
shock towards emerald Junior. Well, considering that the ebony runner was
more or less a very quiet individual when it came to words. ↲
-{★}- Pale optics observed the youth before him, noting his exhaustion but sensing the sheer determination within his very form. It was good to see; someone taking their training partially into their own hands in order to strive,t o improve. Yes; the emerald-haired male would certainly improve his stamina in due course if he kept to jogging and then pushing himself at small intervals. It had aided himself, after all.
“I jog many routes; they vary depending on the day
of the week. It prevents the scenery getting dull.”
A pause in his speaking allowed the elder to observe the male for a moment longer;
“You have eaten breakfast, yes? Gotten enough
sleep?”
His concern was all-too-often brushed aside, but truly he wished only the greatest of success to his team mates; comrades.
↳ Breath were still returning back into lungs. At the very least
talking were not posing a problem when addressing Senpai.
Emerald head nodded with agreement upon words, placed
over scenery.
" I will admit, the view is quite nice && not as clustered when
most of the inhabitants are still asleep in bed. Sleep is
something we students cannot get enough of, especially with
semester terms coming up, have to keep the grades up course. “
Sad, but unfortunately very accurate. Stride members or any
other members, Honan still had it’s regiments of needing to fulfill
standards over the students, even if they were being sent elsewhere,
had to maintain their grades, or suffer DISHONOR.
“ Um..about breakfast.. “
As if on cue, there went stomach, loudly growling in complete need for
substance which had been lacked. Hands placed over clothed stomach,
grinning at Senpai in small embarrassment.
“ If my stomach has not implicated what I denied, I could use a bite,
care to join? “ ↲
◤He was walking up to the gate, when he heard someone behind him. He turns around with a smile, “Hello, mr. Kadowaki.” He saw that the other was having trouble with the bags. “Here let me help you.” He gets the bags and helps him carry it..
He wasn’t going to let someone in need go by unhelped. “Why’re you out doing the errands? You should be resting and healing.” He had heard about the other’s accident. He remembered his own accident. He felt for him. It hurt to be injured.◢
↳ Bags were shifted into a better, more comfortable, means of holding.
At least that were just a moment of comfort, before
“ Ah - Gomen, gomen, you really do not need to do such things. “
Bags were being taken away from hand which were not pinned against
chest. Gestures were grateful for the help, as with a feeling of regret for
making the other carry those bags that were own.
“ Well I needed the walk. Being stuck on rest gets- well restless. “
Truth in those words, honestly, it were all in the means that he needed to
do something besides sitting down, which turned in sneaking off to do
such things.
A secret rebel.
Not really, but the emerald hair needed something to do than just watch
on the sidelines.
In terms of romance and flirting, he’s not much of either category. His way of flirting would come off as some horribly-corny- most likely awkward joke. Someone wanna be the bread to his cheese? Cause that’s pretty much how it’ll go, unless you add some sriracha, it’ll just be plain...well bread and cheese. As for Romance, he’s into the japanese drama, but otherwise he’s not much of a romance person either, he’d be the guy who’d most likely leave a letter && forget to put his name on it, not like..most would anyways.
Hey everyone...Um PSA. Gonna be taking a mini hiatus at most until the end of March. Too many things needed to be worked due to a convention coming up. I’ll attempt to get on and work on drafts, most likely queue them.
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It was impossible to maintain a calm and collected visage when the green haired male was practically crying his soul out at the ‘terror’ of a hard training, thus the ashen eyed runner did indeed chuckle, too amused by the crocodile tears and by the hand which seemed to have an iron grip on his own. Joke aside, though, it was a bit clear that Kadowaki did not appreciate harsh training, and his love for stride was on a second or third place in his heart- and despite that, Ayumu had stayed with the group and helped them. There couldn’t be enough thanks for the other or for his spirit.
“I am pretty sure you’ll get used to it soon. You showed so much dedication the other time, maybe the others would have some ideas for your training as well?”
Kuga was still teasing, and obviously so, but he couldn’t help himself at the entire amusing scene- and when he came here to actually make his teammate feel better, the snow haired male surely did not expect to have such a fun time. A quick glance to the shogi game barely set up let Kyosuke observed that they forgot entirely about it.
↳ At the very least one were taking in humour of those crocodile tears.
While Kuga-senpai did not express much in terms of emotions, well
he expressed more than another member, Kadowaki were aware that
Senpai was a very kind individual all around.
After all, if it were not for he there would have no longer been a
Shogi-club && because of the form, Emerald Megane were able to
make friends with those whom already in the Stride club.
“ I can only jump so high. My visualizing gave me an idea of things,
but that’s pretty much the extent I can do for now. “
Unfortunately visualizing && reality did not mix very well, thus the
step in taking a daring move had proved to be a success but also a
failure on own part. Still not much regrets, only that he were not able
to properly use arm to do things for now.
Eyes sparkled a slight, taking those words also with compliment &&
praise from senpai.
“ Wahhh... “
Came the loud, joyful, vocal cords.
“ Senpai- are you implying as well that you’ll help me && protect me
from Heath-senpai’s wrath? “
The last part were mere jest of course, but Megane figured ashen hair
upperclassman would get the jest.
Indeed the Shogi board had been forgotten, but the company of Senpai
were more important in Kadowaki’s attention. ↲