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[The moment sinks in, and Sakuma, who'd always been in control of his emotions for the most part (just not completely inept at them, like his fellow Teikokus), regains his composure, brushing a small piece of his unkempt bangs out of his hair. That's right. Genda was a dunce when it came to feelings. He just had to answer this in a way that Genda would expect an answer to.]
That's obvious, though. There's nothing to change about you.
[As much as he wished Genda could take a hint or understand his feelings, he knew that's not why he was so fond of him. He liked the way he stared blankly at the headlines of tabloids. He liked the way he kinda kept to the walls to avoid being too social.
Even if it means being kept at arms length, he liked those parts of Genda the most. They were truly, genuinely him.]
Some people are the wind, ever in motion and changing. And some people are like a mountain, strong and unyielding.
[It's not said out loud but the "Everyone else would disagree with you on that." is plain in the resigned smirk he gives. Even as he mentally pokes at the odd warmth that he felt over such an answer from the other. It didn't feel like gratitude or friendly affection, but it did in someways as well.
How odd.]
You're politely calling me stubborn then, I see.
[It was easier to go a route he knew then to attempt untangling the confusion around that emotion at the moment.]
Is that such an unattractive quality for a goalie to have?
Your will has to outweigh the striker, after all.
[He smiles, reaching to look at different kinds of rice.]
I used to think there were things I had to change about myself...but the older I got, the more I realized that there are people who'll notice me for what I am now.
People I can keep pace with.
[That is, as long as he's not left behind after a fucking soccer match.]
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That's obvious, though. There's nothing to change about you.
[As much as he wished Genda could take a hint or understand his feelings, he knew that's not why he was so fond of him. He liked the way he stared blankly at the headlines of tabloids. He liked the way he kinda kept to the walls to avoid being too social.
Even if it means being kept at arms length, he liked those parts of Genda the most. They were truly, genuinely him.]
Some people are the wind, ever in motion and changing. And some people are like a mountain, strong and unyielding.
You're the second.
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How odd.]
You're politely calling me stubborn then, I see.
[It was easier to go a route he knew then to attempt untangling the confusion around that emotion at the moment.]
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Your will has to outweigh the striker, after all.
[He smiles, reaching to look at different kinds of rice.]
I used to think there were things I had to change about myself...but the older I got, the more I realized that there are people who'll notice me for what I am now.
People I can keep pace with.
[That is, as long as he's not left behind after a fucking soccer match.]