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[ There's a small hand placed on his arm, once her hands are free; as she does, Aoi can't help but think that out of all the first-years, Tsurugi really is the one who feels so much older than them. Maybe it's his height, but she thinks it's also the weight of his decisions and his responsibilities she sees swirling in his eyes every so often. ]
I don't know what's going through our Coach's mind. And I'm sure the others are also wondering why they're here, and whether this is a joke or not.
But they've started to believe in what this team is, and actually work at winning. I'll do my best to help them, too, so you and Tenma don't have to push yourselves as much.
In the meantime, as a manager, I'll try to see if I can understand where Coach Kuroiwa is coming from. [ He seems to be more loose-lipped around Minori, so maybe she can figure out what's going on there. ]
[His eyes immediately dart to her hand on his arm, its gentle hold keeping him in place while not restraining him whatsoever. It's how Aoi always connected with them--a strong, but gentle hold, making sure they always kept facing forward, and stopping when she felt they needed to.
His eyes catch hers, amber, angular ones meeting her dark blue, and he listens.]
...
[A smile forms, as she shows the same confidence that Tenma had become almost notorious for.]
You're right.
[Eyes close, as he turns to face her, shoulders relaxed and hands stuffed in his pockets--a true sign of comfort around someone he knew.] No matter what Kuroiwa's reason, they're still our team. They're trying for all of us, and in turn I'll support them on the field. [as much as possible. Optimism aside, he still had to stick with Shindou's way of doing things to a point if they were going to win. Trying hard and winning were two different things, and he had Raimon's dreams to carry as well]
I'm counting on you for the rest, if that's alright.
[It's soft and sincere, and the weight that had been on his shoulders just minutes ago finally felt lifted. Aoi's talent, after all. She's the one who carried Tenma this far.]
...
[But his eyes cast up, looking just behind her as he hears something. Almost as if his hair itself acted like ears and stood on end.]
We'd better get to the mess hall before the food's gone.
[Ace strikers and managers both had one thing in common: stomachs that need to be fed.]
[He waits patiently for the last of the supplies to get put away, the smile now present on his face. Whatever he was worried about...it just disappeared.]
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[ There's a small hand placed on his arm, once her hands are free; as she does, Aoi can't help but think that out of all the first-years, Tsurugi really is the one who feels so much older than them. Maybe it's his height, but she thinks it's also the weight of his decisions and his responsibilities she sees swirling in his eyes every so often. ]
I don't know what's going through our Coach's mind. And I'm sure the others are also wondering why they're here, and whether this is a joke or not.
But they've started to believe in what this team is, and actually work at winning. I'll do my best to help them, too, so you and Tenma don't have to push yourselves as much.
In the meantime, as a manager, I'll try to see if I can understand where Coach Kuroiwa is coming from. [ He seems to be more loose-lipped around Minori, so maybe she can figure out what's going on there. ]
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His eyes catch hers, amber, angular ones meeting her dark blue, and he listens.]
...
[A smile forms, as she shows the same confidence that Tenma had become almost notorious for.]
You're right.
[Eyes close, as he turns to face her, shoulders relaxed and hands stuffed in his pockets--a true sign of comfort around someone he knew.] No matter what Kuroiwa's reason, they're still our team. They're trying for all of us, and in turn I'll support them on the field. [as much as possible. Optimism aside, he still had to stick with Shindou's way of doing things to a point if they were going to win. Trying hard and winning were two different things, and he had Raimon's dreams to carry as well]
I'm counting on you for the rest, if that's alright.
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[ It's said with a laugh as she lowers her hand-- just to ball both of them into determined fists. ]
I'd be happy if you relied on me, after all. I'll support you with all of my might!
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[It's soft and sincere, and the weight that had been on his shoulders just minutes ago finally felt lifted. Aoi's talent, after all. She's the one who carried Tenma this far.]
...
[But his eyes cast up, looking just behind her as he hears something. Almost as if his hair itself acted like ears and stood on end.]
We'd better get to the mess hall before the food's gone.
[Ace strikers and managers both had one thing in common: stomachs that need to be fed.]
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[ ... and admittedly, her stomach's already protesting. ]
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[He waits patiently for the last of the supplies to get put away, the smile now present on his face. Whatever he was worried about...it just disappeared.]