She laughed lightly, learning it was better to just let the competition between Yuki and Kyou roll off her shoulders rather than panic over it. But rather than encourage it, the brunette decided to take a different route. “I’m sure you’ll be as strong as Shisho in no time!” she said, cheering him on. She knew how hard he trained – even if Kyou only went to the dojo three times a week, he got up even earlier than she did nearly every morning to exercise.
A soft silence filled the air between them, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. As long as she could be around other people, Tooru generally found that she was content in silence – unless it was the awkward kind. After a few minutes, she was about to turn and ask him what he was learning at the dojo when she stepped into a particularly muddy spot, splashing herself up to the knee in the brown substance.
“O-oh…” she said, staring in shocked horror when she realized that it had reached the edge of her skirt. Well… she thought, calming herself down, it isn’t anything a thorough washing can’t get rid of. She was about to laugh at her clumsiness when she suddenly looked up in a panic – “You didn’t get splashed, did you, Kyou-kun!?”