May 30, 2015
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Both of them grin, rubbing their arms. “C’mon, Furi, you’re the worst! You skipped out on our plans last weekend! What were you doing?” Kawahara teases Furihata, punching his arm back.
“Well...” His face flushes slightly, and he shakes it off, glaring at Kawahara. “It was -- nothing. Didn’t mean to bail.” Furihata owed it to them to tell them the truth, but for some reason it always died in his throat when he tried to spit it out. All three of them had been exhausted by Akashi during the Winter Cup, and it almost seemed like some sort of betrayal to go out with him over his own friends. “This weekend, I promise I won’t skip out,” he insisted with a scowl.