[That meeting was Wataru's win, in the end. It left Eichi anxious, trying to think through it. Keito would normally be someone that he'd talk to about this, but lately even he had turned his back on Eichi, leaving him completely alone. There was no one to ask, nothing to do. He could only stew on it himself, and it left him restless, unable to sleep. Exhausted, health dipping. He had to increase his medication, and for some reason, the mark on his chest had been aching. He didn't understand anything.
But he arrives, in his normal Yumenosaki uniform, since he's not the sort of person who can attend practices normally, anyway. Shutting the door behind him to make sure Wataru knows he's there, he stares at his stretching form and finds himself feeling warm, wanting to reach out and touch him, to hold him tight and never let go. Something tells him that it's been lifetimes of this longing. The faint memories, the images when he tried to sleep...
He swallows hard and steps forward. As a defense mechanism, he's still holding himself tall, smiling calmly, but... As Wataru had said, he'd prepared to bare his soul. He's prepared for anything.
He did think about it. It angers him that fate may be controlling him, or that he may be playing into someone's palm... but if it's anyone's palm he'd like to be played into, it's Wataru's. He can no longer deny that.]
Um... Hibiki-kun? [And he shows such unusual nervousness and hesitation when it comes to Wataru, as well. Wataru and no one else.]
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But he arrives, in his normal Yumenosaki uniform, since he's not the sort of person who can attend practices normally, anyway. Shutting the door behind him to make sure Wataru knows he's there, he stares at his stretching form and finds himself feeling warm, wanting to reach out and touch him, to hold him tight and never let go. Something tells him that it's been lifetimes of this longing. The faint memories, the images when he tried to sleep...
He swallows hard and steps forward. As a defense mechanism, he's still holding himself tall, smiling calmly, but... As Wataru had said, he'd prepared to bare his soul. He's prepared for anything.
He did think about it. It angers him that fate may be controlling him, or that he may be playing into someone's palm... but if it's anyone's palm he'd like to be played into, it's Wataru's. He can no longer deny that.]
Um... Hibiki-kun? [And he shows such unusual nervousness and hesitation when it comes to Wataru, as well. Wataru and no one else.]