[It's hard to hide the smile that spreads across his face. Kazemaru's demeanor was almost infectious, and completely different from the attitudes he grew up around. Not that Teikoku wasn't warm--they certainly had their own ways of showing affection, but they weren't nearly as bubbly as Kazemaru was being now, and Sakuma didn't even realize how much he secretly longed for a friend that would light up at the mention of music, or just to go shopping for something other than picking up milk.
He loved Teikoku dearly, and he'd always be loyal. But he was discovering that...like Kidou, he needed friends outside of that as well.
There's a softness to him that blooms, putting his hands in his pockets as he walks.]
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He loved Teikoku dearly, and he'd always be loyal. But he was discovering that...like Kidou, he needed friends outside of that as well.
There's a softness to him that blooms, putting his hands in his pockets as he walks.]
Surprises hidden somewhere small...
Like the Raimon Eleven, wouldn't you say?