@pontevoix .... USHISEMI TIME.
“ this is insane, ” semi laughs dryly. it’s less a comment about how incongruous he feels in his ill-fitting, too-long salaryman suit when compared to ushijima’s impressive athletic build and well-fitted team jersey, and more about how absurd it is that a mutual friend in france could have the kind of influence that would get him to reconnect with an old classmate who has far exceeded him in terms of success.
if it was the first case, he’d probably follow up with something like, “i haven’t seen you in ages, so i guess it’s natural that you’ve changed a lot. you look really good!” but since it’s not—— since it’s the second case—— he instead huffs in a tone of mild disbelief, “ that bastard, tendo…. ”
he doesn’t even live in tokyo, let alone japan, and the guy is already pulling puppet strings through cyberspace to get his high school teammates to go to dinner together and catch up. honestly, semi is impressed. he probably should have offered sooner, but hesitated because he felt that going pro meant you left high school behind, and even if he asked ushijima probably wouldn’t agree. and yet, a few texts from tendo to ushijima, and a few hundred from him to semi—— since it’s much harder to convince a stubborn, crabby person—— and he’s made the seemingly impossible possible.
“ uhhh, ” he starts, awkwardly pulling up the sleeves of his suit jacket, not quite sure if he should take it off now or wait until he’s had a few drinks and warmed up, “ … you drink? ” the scent of yakitori always makes him want a beer, and semi almost feels like he needs one to get over how stiff he feels. “ i prefer kirin. ”