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“Hey, Sachirou, I think I like someone.”
“Oh? That’s wonderful, Kourai-kun. Who is it?”
“It’s—“
“Hey, Sachirou! You know that new shounen anime I was telling you about? With the mechas? It’s airing today! After practice later, do you wanna watch it with—”
“I think I’ll just go home today, Kourai-kun. I’ve been tired. I’m sorry.
“You’ve had that angsty, constipated look on your face all day, Sachirou. Yes, you have! Did something happen? Do you wanna talk about it?”
“Not really, no. It’s nothing important. Maybe another time.”
“Hey, Sachirou, do you remember that first year from Karasuno? The one with the crazy jump? He added me on Instagram! Do you think—“
“I’m sorry, Kourai-kun, there’s somewhere I need to be soon.”
“Somewhere… where I can’t go?”
“No, Kourai. I’m sorry.
“Where’d you get those? Stupid, stupid, are you trying to punish your lungs? C’mon, Sachirou, give it up. I know something’s wrong.”
“It’s nothing to do with you, Kourai-kun. Stop hovering over me, okay? I have it under control.”
“Why weren’t you at practice yesterday, Sachirou? Hey, hey, stop and look at me. It’s not like you to skip. You wouldn’t answer the phone. I was worried sick.”
“I wasn’t feeling well. I’m sorry, Kourai-kun. I really am.”
“Please, Sachirou. Why won’t you talk to me? I just wanna help. Please.”
“I told you already, Kourai. There’s nothing to talk about. I don’t need your help.”
“Are you sure you’re okay, Sachirou?”
“I’m always okay.”
—It was you, once.