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Kunimitsu had only stepped away for a moment to wash the sweat from his face.
When he returned, his glasses were gone.
He could see perfectly well without them—his eyesight was still 1.5 but that wasn't the point. Years of wearing them had made their weight second nature. Without them, his face felt strangely bare, as though he'd forgotten something essential.
He frowned, scanning the benches before checking his bag a second time. "...They're gone."
After another fruitless search, he looked toward the regulars. "Oishi."
His vice-captain looked up from packing his racket.
"Have you seen my glasses?"
Oishi blinked before shaking his head. "No. I thought you were wearing them."
Kunimitsu's gaze drifted toward Fuji.
Fuji immediately raised both hands with an amused smile.
"I know that look, Tezuka, but I can assure you I had nothing to do with this. Besides..." His blue eyes widened ever so slightly. "It's rather rare to see you without them."
If Fuji was surprised, then he truly wasn't responsible.
The others looked around the clubhouse, checking benches and lockers, but the glasses were nowhere to be found.
Kunimitsu let out a quiet breath.
Then his eyes settled on a familiar figure leaning against the doorway, absentmindedly sipping a grape Ponta.
"...Echizen."
Echizen looked up.
Balanced neatly on his nose were Kunimitsu's glasses.
For a moment, Kunimitsu simply stared.
They looked unexpectedly natural on him.
Echizen tilted his head. "Buchou?"
"How did you end up with my glasses?"
"You left them in the locker room." Echizen took another sip of his Ponta. "Figured I'd bring them back."
Kunimitsu stepped closer, curiosity getting the better of him.”They aren't blurry?"
Echizen shrugged as though it were obvious.”My eyesight's 1.5 too."
"...You don't wear glasses."
"I don't need or want them."
Kunimitsu couldn't help the small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "So you decided to wear mine instead."
Echizen looked away for a moment, the faintest hint of color dusting his cheeks.
"They suit you," Kunimitsu muttered.Kunimitsu's smile softened almost imperceptibly.
Echizen slid the glasses off with one hand and held them out. Their fingers brushed as Kunimitsu accepted them.
It was only the briefest touch, but neither of them pulled away immediately.
After a heartbeat, Echizen slipped his free hand back into his pocket. "...Don't let your guard down next time, Buchou."
Kunimitsu settled the glasses back onto his face before meeting Echizen's golden eyes. "I'll keep that in mind."