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“Right, so hear me out-”
“No fucking chance.” Raichi is already grabbing his tray to move.
“No, listen-!”
“You’re going to say the same thing.” Iemon sighs, but he’s nice enough to stay seated just like Imamura had planned. If anyone was willing to tolerate some of the stuff that came out of his mouth, Iemon would be top of the list (Anyone’s mouth, for that matter, but that’s beyond the point).
“It’s a different thing this time!” Imamura can hear his voice growing more desperate for people to just listen to him, which wasn’t the plan at all but it's been days since he’s even seen a woman and it's really getting to him. Not only that but he’s been grouped with some of the most least horny people in the entire facility for some reason, and none of them seem to be able to grasp what on earth is driving him mad.
It’s gotten to the point where he’s comparing the goddamn ball to a potential dating scenario and still, no one’s seeing the problem here.
“You’re just gonna talk about how much you miss talking to girls,” Naruhaya is at his side instantly to avoid Gagamaru's hand.
“Again-!” he’s barely able to squeak as he shoves the dumpling into his mouth before Gagamaru's firm hand catches his shoulder to wrestle the thing out of his mouth, but at this point, Imamura does not care because he's now lost the attention of two more people to share his revelation with.
"It isn't that this time!" Imamura sighs dramatically into his hands. Did they just take care of their business and move on???? Did everyone really only have soccer in their heads?? And nothing else??? Did none of them even have a life outside of soccer before this??
"I mean," Kunigami starts talking, which means he's about to be proven correct.
"We are in blue lock after all."
Yep, just as expected.
Iemon places what he thinks is a comforting hand on Imamura's shoulder, carefully picking his words.
"Okay, just hurry and tell us what you want to say." 'So we can finish eating in peace' goes unsaid, but Imamura takes this chance anyway.
"Alright," He feels a sense of purpose surge through him as he prepares to reveal his revelation.
He points a finger toward the red-haired player on the other side of the food court, eating peacefully.
"Okay, hear me out-"
He is cut off immediately.
"Dude???" Naruahaya manages to exclaim loudly with annoyance and disbelief, which is quite a feat considering Gagamaru's hand is tugging at the side of his mouth and he's 3 feet in the air, kicking and struggling against the other's grip. "Are you 'erioughh???"
Iemon looks like he's regretting every single decision he's ever made in his life to lead to this moment, while Imamura questions if Kunigami is still alive because he's stopped moving altogether. Gagamaru looks thoughtful for a few seconds before shaking his head, dropping Naruhaya to the ground. Imamura has no idea what this gesture could mean, but when did any of them understand Gagamaru anyway.
"Listen, we gotta start considering the other possibilities."
"No, we don't???" Iemon hisses finally, and Imamura almost feels bad for how exasperated he sounds.
"You guys don't get it," He instead looks over to where Kuon has just entered the food court, cupping his hands.
"Hey, Kuon! Get over here for a sec!"
The taller boy looks confused for a second before hesitantly walking over, and before Naruhaya can signal for Kuon to get the hell out of there, Imamura has already turned his entire body around in his seat to gesticulate again, pointing to Chigiri.
"What-?"
"-Okay, so you know how Chigiri looks sort of like a girl-"
Before he can even finish his sentence, everyone gets a glimpse of Kuon's cherry-red irises (seriously, he has gorgeous eyes) as he grimaces with his entire face with a frown so deep and eyebrows so furrowed you'd think Imamura just told him he found Ego attractive.
"What's that face f-!?"
"-No."
And with that, Kuon retreats back to where he came from, dinner be damned.
Imamura couldn't help but let out a long and frustrated sigh as he slumped against the table.
"None of you guys get me."
"Wouldn't that be gay anyway?"
"It's not gay if he looks like a girl, Naruhaya."
"Stop talking." Raichi squawks from further away, so they resort to whispering instead.
"I think it's gay."
"No, it isn't-"
"Yeah, but it-"
"Please stop talking-"
On the other side of the food court, Chigiri's chopsticks slip out of his hands as he presses his fingers to his temples, willing to go deaf before he finds another reason to give up on soccer.