[No one would've thought it, honestly. It was a surprise even to them, the way that rivalry turned to friendship, and then to something more. Mutual feelings of inadequacy rang through them both--Tsurugi feeling like his past would haunt him from ever receiving the same love and affection in return.
He'd, after all, nearly ruined the one chance soccer had to be free once more.]
...
[Shindou's question causes him to smile, eyes closed as he rounds a familiar corner on their way.]
Like a symphony.
[The only applicable term he can compare it to, honestly.]
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He'd, after all, nearly ruined the one chance soccer had to be free once more.]
...
[Shindou's question causes him to smile, eyes closed as he rounds a familiar corner on their way.]
Like a symphony.
[The only applicable term he can compare it to, honestly.]