Surprisingly, the latest Forza kicked me out of my misery and made me inspired enough to get back to my very old WIP of Kuroko No Basuke, so here's a part from there.
The angle of the setting sun illuminated the lake's surface, a sharp contrast to the black outlines of the trees before them. Daylight dripped slowly, like sticky honey, with the last rays of sunlight, clinging to the surfaces with moist warmth and lint. They were alone at the roadside station, and Ootsubo's secret filled Kiyoshi's mind, as if there was no more room for covert intel and it needed to be spilled, at least partially. It would be fair, right? Trade some classified information on each other?
"You ever wondered why none of my girlfriends ever really lasted?"
"No, I was wondering what some of them saw in you in the first place," Taisuke then paused, chewing on his onigiri and stifling a laugh, "apart from the looks that is."
"You really have a way with backhanded compliments."
"There was no compliment there, Miyaji."
"Fuck off." Kiyoshi sunk his teeth in his tamagoyaki.
The evening breeze filled the air with the faint scent of dry pine needles, dust and still hot asphalt.
"You're keeping all of them at a distance, if I can sense it, I'm sure they can too." Ootsubo finished his food, and flicked the last bits of rice from his hands. "I kinda thought it was just you being emotionally stunted but I take it there's a reason for it?"
Kiyoshi crooked an eyebrow at him, "Wow, look at you, might wanna start part-time shrink sessions, you'll hoard cash for a car in no time."
"That's just part of being captain, you observe people and their motivations. Including off court time. And why do I need a car if I have you as a driver."
"I'm not third wheeling you here on a regular, got it? Also, your captain's description sounds awful lot like being a snitch."
"Did I ever snitch on you?"
Miyaji went silent, as if recollecting memories, "Not that I remember."
"That's more like it. So, what's the reason then?"
