[It's an expression he hides more often than not, preferring to take on the role of stoicism more than open-hearted and friendly. Someone like Endou Mamoru could pull that off, but as new captain of Teikoku, there were definitely differences in team makeup. Where Raimon, and Inazuma Japan often coordinated well with their diversity and chaos, Teikoku was strictly military procedure, and without Kidou to serve as their Captain, Sakuma had risen to the challenge to pick up where he had left.
He'd never shown himself to be the friendliest of people, but he certainly had to take it upon himself to fill Kidou's shoes as well as keep his own. It'd been hard, and without Genda he might have caved. But he came out stronger for it, at the cost of sealing away his more gentle interior.
But here it was different. He wasn't the captain and this wasn't Teikoku. Inazuma Japan had accepted him so easily--Kazemaru often congratulated him on making it to the World with them, and Hijikata threw an arm around him the moment he'd arrived at the airport. There's security in a team like this, and although it might not be exactly what he was used to...
He can see why Endou Mamoru's soccer was so tantalizing to Kidou. He makes you feel like fighting for all you have is worth it.]
If you can look at it now without an ounce of guilt, then that's well worth it. [Because he didn't want Kidou to feel guilty when it came to Shin Teikoku. He wanted to have him look at both his eyes and see the same boy, and not the one that had wanted to act on revenge, using forbidden hissatsu just to keep pace with him.
Maybe he'd secretly hoped for the same...but there's something to be said for being down to earth. Your hopes don't become delusions. Sakuma was far more of a realist than that.
And yet.
He has to turn over to hide the way his face falls, knowing that Kidou would be able to spot the change instantaneously.]
Well.
Goodnight then, Kidou. I'm glad you chose me to room with.
It sort of feels like old times. [You know, just being together at all.]
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He'd never shown himself to be the friendliest of people, but he certainly had to take it upon himself to fill Kidou's shoes as well as keep his own. It'd been hard, and without Genda he might have caved. But he came out stronger for it, at the cost of sealing away his more gentle interior.
But here it was different. He wasn't the captain and this wasn't Teikoku. Inazuma Japan had accepted him so easily--Kazemaru often congratulated him on making it to the World with them, and Hijikata threw an arm around him the moment he'd arrived at the airport. There's security in a team like this, and although it might not be exactly what he was used to...
He can see why Endou Mamoru's soccer was so tantalizing to Kidou. He makes you feel like fighting for all you have is worth it.]
If you can look at it now without an ounce of guilt, then that's well worth it. [Because he didn't want Kidou to feel guilty when it came to Shin Teikoku. He wanted to have him look at both his eyes and see the same boy, and not the one that had wanted to act on revenge, using forbidden hissatsu just to keep pace with him.
Maybe he'd secretly hoped for the same...but there's something to be said for being down to earth. Your hopes don't become delusions. Sakuma was far more of a realist than that.
And yet.
He has to turn over to hide the way his face falls, knowing that Kidou would be able to spot the change instantaneously.]
Well.
Goodnight then, Kidou. I'm glad you chose me to room with.
It sort of feels like old times. [You know, just being together at all.]