That was like Marui. He was a mood maker through and through. That's the explanation and Yukimura refuses to ponder it more deeply than that.
He takes out his sketchbook and opens it to a fresh page, holding it in the cradle of his forearm as he taps the pad with his pencil a couple of times in contemplation. They might have their project idea, but it's still art class. He doesn't want to spend it completely idle.
Without further explanation, he begins to sketch as they talk, his eyes occasionally checking the pad for adjustments.
"For the mixed doubles? No, I already knew Marui was a better fit for that role. Besides, as captain, it wouldn't be good if I started missing our team practices."
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He takes out his sketchbook and opens it to a fresh page, holding it in the cradle of his forearm as he taps the pad with his pencil a couple of times in contemplation. They might have their project idea, but it's still art class. He doesn't want to spend it completely idle.
Without further explanation, he begins to sketch as they talk, his eyes occasionally checking the pad for adjustments.
"For the mixed doubles? No, I already knew Marui was a better fit for that role. Besides, as captain, it wouldn't be good if I started missing our team practices."
Again, he silently added.