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Your muse catches mine crying. Send ♦ for my muse’s reaction.
He was pretty sure this was high on the list of uncool things for a senpai to do.
Granted, he’d never really been all that bothered about the sort of hierarchy present among most school sports, doesn’t see the point when there’s not really all that much of a difference between them. Honestly, he’d feel awful if anyone had walked in on him in such a state, but there was no hiding it now. The tears on his cheeks were clear, the breathing he hadn’t managed to quite get back under control.
The best he can hope for is that the other boy won’t tell everyone else, that he’ll know well enough not to say anything, and Asahi was already wiping at his eyes in an attempt to get rid of any evidence.
“Sorry! I’m just, ah-well, y’know, a-allergies and all that.” He tried to protest, although he was rather frustrated to note that his voice was shaking. “I’ll be out in just a moment, you can get b-back to practice.”
