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[He's not surprised by Kazemaru's comment. His skin tone did him no favours when it came to the extreme parts of either weather. Too much sun and he burnt like a lobster. Too much snow and everyone worried his fingers would fall off from the circulation that was already not all that apparent in his systems. He felt healthy, of course, but he honestly couldn't blame everyone for worrying.
He knew he was pale.
There's a smile beyond the feed, leaning in to the phone a little as his breath catches a slight chuckle, sending static through the line.]
I promise I'll dress accordingly. I don't mind the cold...but people rightfully worry about me in it.
Mm. Perhaps the most important thing I've learned, and to think it came from him just wanting to play soccer with us.
[A wistful sigh, idly rocking on that swing. Reina would be wondering what was taking him so long with this phone call. Something he'd have to reassure her was just idle chitchat with Kazemaru, and some reassurance on Midorikawa's situation.
Kimiyuki was at the door peeking out too...he probably was looking for Hiro-nii to tuck him in. A smile forms on his lips as he stands up, starting to make his way back to the house.]
...Thank you for calling, Kazemaru-kun. I know it seems like a formality, or even a risk, but I'm very glad you did.
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[On better terms, at least.]
Soccer connected our hearts in more ways than one.
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Are you okay with the cold, Hiroto? You look like the type to freeze.
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He knew he was pale.
There's a smile beyond the feed, leaning in to the phone a little as his breath catches a slight chuckle, sending static through the line.]
I promise I'll dress accordingly. I don't mind the cold...but people rightfully worry about me in it.
[Hitomiko and Reina, especially.]
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I want to get to know all of you, too. Even the ones I didn't get to meet.
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I'm sure of it.
[His voice soothes through the phone, the warm smile unable to hide itself from his lips.]
To be accepted back by people who we hurt in the past...I think there's no greater gift than that.
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[Kazemaru's voice softens too, like a warmth summer breeze than the cold fast winds he usually made blow across the soccer fields.]
Accepting, no matter what... that's the soccer Endou taught us.
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[A wistful sigh, idly rocking on that swing. Reina would be wondering what was taking him so long with this phone call. Something he'd have to reassure her was just idle chitchat with Kazemaru, and some reassurance on Midorikawa's situation.
Kimiyuki was at the door peeking out too...he probably was looking for Hiro-nii to tuck him in. A smile forms on his lips as he stands up, starting to make his way back to the house.]
...Thank you for calling, Kazemaru-kun. I know it seems like a formality, or even a risk, but I'm very glad you did.
When you're ready, I'll handle everything.
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I'll keep in touch. I'll text you next time.