It had been three days since Momo stormed off on Kisumi. During those three days a nasty bruise had formed on left side of his nose. This bruise had brought about much unneeded attention. Some of his teammates had gone as far to provide their assistance in any revenge to be had. If only they had known how deserving he was of this scar.
Practice had just ended and Kisumi's stomach began to growl and beg for some form of sustenance. There was a convenience store on his way home, he might as well stop in to find something for dinner.
The walk wasn't that long, and went by faster than usual as a friend walked with him halfway. Walking into the store, he began to gather his items. Once satisfied with the amount of junk food, Kisumi rushed over to the clerk. He wasn't quick enough, as an orange blur got into line a moment before he could.
"Momo?"