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[Sakuma may have only one exposed eye, but he can see in the back of his head that stare that Genda was trying to bore into his skull. A soft checkmate.
Although the comment catches him a little off guard, pulling a small tub of it out of the refrigerated section.]
[Ah, you're one of those people. Genda would feel betrayed over this, but that would mean always feeling betrayed when Kidou uses the same battered notebook for three different topics to take notes on.]
Doesn't that lead to a chance of forgetting something?
[Never mind that fact he never has a physical list, but his shopping is so ingrain it's instinct by now.]
[He reaches up, clapping a hand on his shoulder to look up into those stoic, steeled eyes.]
It's never been in the plan for Teikoku to lose a soccer game. But losing can have it's own feeling of accomplishment in the end, can't it? I means we support the ones who go in our stead.
[Part of him wonders how this lecture came about in regards to a shopping list. Another part feels like he just sprung a well placed trap and now he either hopes for a dignified way out or he's going to fall right where Sakuma wants him to fall.]
That's different, not all can bounce back from such chaos as easily as others. The support is still there, but the improvements may not happen.
[That smile returns, letting that hand slip down from his shoulder and inbetween his side and arm, grabbing an item just from the aisle behind him. As if that'd been the whole reason he did that little gesture (it wasn't).]
[The lack of a personal bubble doesn't really register (Because it's Sakuma) as he side eyes the other for that comment. He may be loyal to Kidou but he's not that bad.]
I'm certain cape wearing can only be pulled off by Kidou.
[Why would he even want to wear a cape. That seems like a hassle.]
[That eye that's visible softens. It's not that he didn't expect Genda to extend the same back...they'd been through too much together to really discount that they were good allies.
But to hear that, that he kept pace with someone who saw him in the same light. It's comforting.]
[There's a bit of a question in his look now, even as the smile remains for a bit longer. Sakuma isn't one to verbally stumble like that and so suddenly. Though, instead of calling the other out on such he just hums a small noise of agreement and dutifully angles himself to avoid another shopper while following the direction Sakuma points him in.]
[It's times like this that he's glad for Genda's own social awkwardness. It certainly made his slip ups easier to handle, after all, and thanks to his dark complexion, he didn't have to worry so much about the flush rising to his cheeks at that moment.
Not that Genda would even question it as anything other than a possible fever, or that he should remove his jacket.
He was too dense on anything more complicated.
His thoughts seem to bleed outside his head as he goes down the next aisle, gripping that container of miso a little too hard for a moment until the plastic croaked. There was no damage, but the soft little squeak like that of a door sounds as he fixates on that last sentence he dare utter to himself in his mind.]
[It isn't so much the noise that catches his attention but more that the banter and conversation that had kept him from realizing what sort of chaos he was in the middle of had stopped.
The lack of focus on his friends face causes him to drift closer in concern. Close enough that every other step arms brush as he peers down at the other, smile gone and replaced by a confused frown.]
[Genda's voice snaps him out of it, blinking furiously as he regains his senses from being lost in his own thoughts. It wasn't...odd for him to go into those little states. Not really being in a trance but also enough to kind of wrap himself up in his own headspace to really notice what he was doing.
Daydreaming, for lack of a better term.]
Ah, sorry.
I was thinking about something.
[The container of miso is picked up and placed in the basket without delay, a little hastier than the first couple of items.]
[The response may have been to the direction change, but the open look is still there in the softness of his eyes. He won't ask or push about such. If the other wanted to speak about what thoughts had preoccupied him so suddenly then he'd be there to listen if Sakuma wished, even if he didn't wish such he would still be there. It's what he always does, even when he protests and tries to wriggle out of things like this entire shopping trip.
A trip he's only barely keeping himself functioning in as yet more people cross that invisible line that is his usual space bubble.]
[See? He was right, Genda was too dense to even consider something like that. There's a soft smile, wondering if he should try to see how far he can take it, even if the whole thing seemed a bit too teasing even to one of his closest friends.
Genda did say he liked him just the way he was, though.]
So.
What part do you like about me the most?
[It's so casual, as he walks, not drawing attention to anything but the aisle signs.]
[And that denseness is just going to make this even more awkward for Sakuma. Because Genda tilts his head to the side at the question in thought and contemplation. The fact he actually took the question seriously and didn't hesitate should have been the warning sign something was about to go awry.]
Physical only or every aspect?
[It's a legit question considering they got to this point by Sakuma teasing him in regards to him changing his wardrobe to a more Kidou like one.]
[Boy is he lucky he wasn't inhaling at that moment, because he would have choked on air had he been. The way Genda had said it was so honest and blunt, but at the same time, with a certain density that he knows Genda isn't aware of how that context sounds.
His eye fixates on the food, instead of daring to make eye contact with Genda himself.
That would make the flush in his cheeks actually visible.
And he didn't want to have to find an excuse for that.]
[That makes this a bit harder, because if it had just been another volley in the teasing from earlier he could give an answer lightly. Yet, that clarification made it seem more serious then light for some reason, and even if it was true he didn't think saying 'everything' right back would be taken well.
His head tips back a little as his eyes stare up, while still letting him navigate mostly by instinct as he continues to follow. Something feels too important regarding this to him.
He finally settles on something and though the other isn't looking at him it doesn't stop the smile and his eyes softening as he focuses back on Sakuma once more.]
[There's a soft noise from Sakuma's throat at that answer. Whatever he'd been expecting--ranging from 'You show up on time' to 'You're clean', he certainly didn't expect 'Your acceptance'. And boy was he lucky they were in a more open part of the store, because his head nearly whips around so fast he would have bumped his head on a sign hanging out or walked into a display.
Never before had Sakuma's eye looked so vulnerable. Not necessarily with weakness, but soft. Touched.
It's not that he didn't love his friends at Teikoku--far from it. But he knew they were more the type to give a compliment based on performance rather than what lie underneath. Hearing this from Genda, while still as stoic as it is...
[Sakuma's action confuses him for a moment as he blinks at how quickly the other turned around at such. Genda hadn't seen any reason or tell that such a question wasn't meant to be answered seriously. Though maybe he had missed a sign and thus why the answer seemed so jarring to the other? But the look he was given didn't fit that thought. Did he somehow come off as making fun of Sakuma with such an answer?
His eyes flicker away from the other as the only sign of nerves as he attempts to explain his answer.]
You've never tried to change me.
[Even after a year on the same team there were times they'd still poke at him to talk more or seem amazed when he did speak up instead of remaining quiet. Sakuma had never done that, he's teased him and done things like this shopping trip, but he knew the other would have stopped if it was something he didn't really want to do. Maybe he never showed how much he appreciated such before now?
He may have to work on that to avoid such surprise again.]
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Wait.]
You don't have a list?
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Although the comment catches him a little off guard, pulling a small tub of it out of the refrigerated section.]
It's all up here.
[Two taps to his head, smiling.]
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Doesn't that lead to a chance of forgetting something?
[Never mind that fact he never has a physical list, but his shopping is so ingrain it's instinct by now.]
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It does, I suppose. But I also trust myself to remember anything I need, and improvise when the list doesn't go according to plan.
That's not such a bad strategy, is it?
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If you don't mind deviations from the initial plan.
[Genda, this is shopping not a tactical meeting pre-game. Stop picking up habits from Kidou.]
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[He reaches up, clapping a hand on his shoulder to look up into those stoic, steeled eyes.]
It's never been in the plan for Teikoku to lose a soccer game. But losing can have it's own feeling of accomplishment in the end, can't it? I means we support the ones who go in our stead.
[Like Kidou.]
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That's different, not all can bounce back from such chaos as easily as others. The support is still there, but the improvements may not happen.
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You're starting to sound like Kidou, you know.
Am I going to expect a cape at some point?
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I'm certain cape wearing can only be pulled off by Kidou.
[Why would he even want to wear a cape. That seems like a hassle.]
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Both at once.
He smiles, putting the item in the basket, letting it slide up next to the others.]
You're right on that.
[He tilts his head towards the next aisle.] What about goggles?
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[There wasn't even a pause in his answer as he slots himself once more next to but a bit behind Sakuma as he heads towards the next aisle.]
Is my fashion that boring to you?
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The opposite.
I like you just the way you are.
[Even if you're an awkward wallcat.]
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The feelings mutual.
[Well on the friend level it is, he hasn't quite figured out there are other levels to that yet.]
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But to hear that, that he kept pace with someone who saw him in the same light. It's comforting.]
We uhm...the miso's this way.
[Now who's the awkward one.]
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Lead on with your mental list.
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Not that Genda would even question it as anything other than a possible fever, or that he should remove his jacket.
He was too dense on anything more complicated.
His thoughts seem to bleed outside his head as he goes down the next aisle, gripping that container of miso a little too hard for a moment until the plastic croaked. There was no damage, but the soft little squeak like that of a door sounds as he fixates on that last sentence he dare utter to himself in his mind.]
...
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The lack of focus on his friends face causes him to drift closer in concern. Close enough that every other step arms brush as he peers down at the other, smile gone and replaced by a confused frown.]
Sakuma?
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Daydreaming, for lack of a better term.]
Ah, sorry.
I was thinking about something.
[The container of miso is picked up and placed in the basket without delay, a little hastier than the first couple of items.]
We'll need to go a few aisles over, now.
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[The response may have been to the direction change, but the open look is still there in the softness of his eyes. He won't ask or push about such. If the other wanted to speak about what thoughts had preoccupied him so suddenly then he'd be there to listen if Sakuma wished, even if he didn't wish such he would still be there. It's what he always does, even when he protests and tries to wriggle out of things like this entire shopping trip.
A trip he's only barely keeping himself functioning in as yet more people cross that invisible line that is his usual space bubble.]
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Genda did say he liked him just the way he was, though.]
So.
What part do you like about me the most?
[It's so casual, as he walks, not drawing attention to anything but the aisle signs.]
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Physical only or every aspect?
[It's a legit question considering they got to this point by Sakuma teasing him in regards to him changing his wardrobe to a more Kidou like one.]
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His eye fixates on the food, instead of daring to make eye contact with Genda himself.
That would make the flush in his cheeks actually visible.
And he didn't want to have to find an excuse for that.]
Everything.
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His head tips back a little as his eyes stare up, while still letting him navigate mostly by instinct as he continues to follow. Something feels too important regarding this to him.
He finally settles on something and though the other isn't looking at him it doesn't stop the smile and his eyes softening as he focuses back on Sakuma once more.]
Your Acceptance.
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Never before had Sakuma's eye looked so vulnerable. Not necessarily with weakness, but soft. Touched.
It's not that he didn't love his friends at Teikoku--far from it. But he knew they were more the type to give a compliment based on performance rather than what lie underneath. Hearing this from Genda, while still as stoic as it is...
It's one of the nicest things he's heard.]
Acceptance...
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His eyes flicker away from the other as the only sign of nerves as he attempts to explain his answer.]
You've never tried to change me.
[Even after a year on the same team there were times they'd still poke at him to talk more or seem amazed when he did speak up instead of remaining quiet. Sakuma had never done that, he's teased him and done things like this shopping trip, but he knew the other would have stopped if it was something he didn't really want to do. Maybe he never showed how much he appreciated such before now?
He may have to work on that to avoid such surprise again.]
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