Yukimura spends the rest of his morning (mostly) ignoring the stares and whispers. Neither are necessarily new, but they're a bit more intense than usual today. Perhaps that's to be expected - perhaps even his own fault, for letting himself get wrapped up in his own bad memories, and making Flayn feel like he needed to be comforted. This wasn't wholly abnormal for him, but Flayn seemed quite unsettled after the whispering started. Yukimura wonders if she's doing okay with all the extra attention. She might not be used to this kind of it.

He carries just enough pique from it all that he can't quite help smiling uncomfortably at one of the nearby participants and asking, "What's all the fuss today? Do I have something on my face?" She has the decency to look mortified, and it's horrible that he feels a measure of satisfaction from it.

It's a relief when lunch arrives, and he can retreat to the men's tennis club room to enjoy a meal with his best friends.

"Sorry I'm late," he says as he enters the room, closing the door behind him. He wasn't really, but it was the polite greeting as the last one arriving. His attention shifts quickly to Sanada, however, and the apparent difficulty he was having with his water.

"Are you okay...?"