#pocarisweating

[arukityasutomo]

Climber's low

It was another one of those days, an unbusy morning spent doing rounds on his bicycle at the hill near the school ground. It was nothing compared to Mount Hakone, but so far, it sufficed. It sufficed because by the time the hill was covered, Yasutomo was about sick of this regimen. There was no club activity to attend (like hell he'd join other clubs), no race to look forward to and his former captain was nowhere to keep him in check.

Having crossed the hill's peak, the descent was in view. He considered heading back; doing another round would be troublesome and it was nearly lunchtime in any case. On the way down, he ceased his pedaling, only letting gravity pull him forward. For a short moment, all he heard were the sounds of his own wheels turning, but a certain noise coming from far behind him began to catch his attention.

"Another bike...?" For certain there was nobody behind him all the way during the course. That was unless... someone managed to catch up during the climb.

[equesstellula-old-blog]

It was...hot today. Far hotter than what he would have anticipated for springtime. Needless to say, Alcor was quite overdressed for the weather; his thick red sweater just seemed to absorb heat by the kilojoules. And he was quite far away from home... Actually, where was he? He must have spaced out again, or perhaps strayed from his intended path in his daze. But there was a sign on the other side of the street, he could use that to re-orientate himself...

He noticed far too late the whizzing that had been growing ever louder, and just as he had begun to take his second step onto the street, something collided into him and sent him sprawling to the hot cement, rolling painfully until he came to a stop flat on his face.

"..."

He was done. He was absolutely done for the day.