[Fudou doesn't argue against Sakuma. Really, he hasn't been argumentative about anything since his return to Japan, and when his eyes flicker up from his food to that piercing brown eye, his blue ones gaze at him through slightly furrowed brows. Fudou's eyes, once wide and ready to mock, now carried more of a searching, pensive look.
Europe had provided him an escape. Europe had also provided him years of isolation from the past with plenty of time to think, and when he looked at Sakuma, those thoughts always rose to the surface. But he keeps chewing his food to keep them at bay.]
... I watched some of Japan's soccer while I was in Europe, too. Middle school soccer.
Teikoku's soccer under you, even if with the Sector around, was always impressive.
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[Fudou doesn't argue against Sakuma. Really, he hasn't been argumentative about anything since his return to Japan, and when his eyes flicker up from his food to that piercing brown eye, his blue ones gaze at him through slightly furrowed brows. Fudou's eyes, once wide and ready to mock, now carried more of a searching, pensive look.
Europe had provided him an escape. Europe had also provided him years of isolation from the past with plenty of time to think, and when he looked at Sakuma, those thoughts always rose to the surface. But he keeps chewing his food to keep them at bay.]
... I watched some of Japan's soccer while I was in Europe, too. Middle school soccer.
Teikoku's soccer under you, even if with the Sector around, was always impressive.