For Atsushi and Ryou, if you guys weren't in St. Rudolph and Rokkaku, which school would you go to? 😁
Sleeveless uniforms meant for better movement, comfortable too. And yet he was the only Kisarazu at Higa. There were things he could probably do without here, just little things, but he still found it nice. There was inclusion, like a team turned family, but not enough to annoy him.
“I knew these uniforms were the right choice,” Kite nodded. He mentioned some sort of food after training, to which Ryou and Rin stuck their tongues out at. It wasn’t awful, per se, but it was easy to get sick of.
Part of the team, through and through.
“Hey,” Kai said to Ryou, “We should trade hats sometime,” he laughed, patting Ryou on the shoulder, despite Ryou’s immediate push away.
“May- …How about no?” Ryou answered, but Kai and Rin shook their heads.
“He’ll come around,” they concluded as Ryou when back to the court to practice.
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There was a click and it was certain. For Atsushi, this life was a different one. This difference wasn’t affecting him that much though, no. He had soon became one of their well-known doubles experts. This school, Yamabuki, specialized in strong doubles. Atsushi was happy to be there.
“Lucky shot!” called Sengoku as Atsushi’s specialty spinning drop volley fell before him, yet he managed to get to it, “But it wasn’t enough!”
Practice was fun, immersive, and Atsushi got to even help the others out. This was a team.
His ribbon spun with him and moved back into place after he landed and he received a few pats on the back from Minami and Higashikata, a few smiles, and a “Good work.”
“Ribbons are so stylish, Kisarasu-senpai!” said Dan and Atsushi laughed, nodding. Doubles with people he could really get along with was completely enjoyable – the best feeling.
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