[Thick was a good way to put it. While Sakuma could never truly hate Fudou, for awhile he had hated the subject of him, eyes narrowing when he was brought into conversation, seeing him on the television after he'd cut contact so immediately and didn't leave room for anyone else's voice or opinion. He'd grown so bitter over those years, from Kidou's absence to Fudou's, and only because of Miyabino and Fudou's return with Hakuryuu had that anger started to dissolve.
What they had now was pretty fragile, but roots could still take hold. They could rebuild what they'd lost.
It's not something Sakuma gets his hopes up too much for, though. After all, he's the one who's always left behind. He'll be the one standing still, like he always has.]
They believe in Teikoku's soccer. I just show them the path as I know it.
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What they had now was pretty fragile, but roots could still take hold. They could rebuild what they'd lost.
It's not something Sakuma gets his hopes up too much for, though. After all, he's the one who's always left behind. He'll be the one standing still, like he always has.]
They believe in Teikoku's soccer. I just show them the path as I know it.
[And then, a bit softer.]
After all, we both know what it's not.