[He feels that arm hook around his shoulder, and the first thing he can feel is her strength. Hakuryuu was lithe, but underneath lie more muscle than the average 12-13 year old usually (and should) have. He was sturdy, and it showed in both his stride and the way he carried himself. But when she snakes that arm around him, he feels that resistance as he stumbles back, not losing his balance, but ending up right back where he was. Red eyes widen, the slits that served as pupils lookin from her face to her arm, then back to her.
This girl had more strength than he'd given her credit for.
Maybe if he'd attended Raimon he would have heard the rumor, but as a homeschooled Teikoku boy, he certainly wasn't socializing at Raimon's schoolkids outside of soccer practice. He's almost so dumbfounded he can't even respond right away, staring at her like she'd grown two heads in the time it took to pull him back.]
I--
[This is where he says 'Yes', right?]
Hm. [He smiles, gaining his confidence back just as quickly as he'd fumbled it.] Senpai, huh? For a school I don't even go to.
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This girl had more strength than he'd given her credit for.
Maybe if he'd attended Raimon he would have heard the rumor, but as a homeschooled Teikoku boy, he certainly wasn't socializing at Raimon's schoolkids outside of soccer practice. He's almost so dumbfounded he can't even respond right away, staring at her like she'd grown two heads in the time it took to pull him back.]
I--
[This is where he says 'Yes', right?]
Hm. [He smiles, gaining his confidence back just as quickly as he'd fumbled it.] Senpai, huh? For a school I don't even go to.