Momo chases after him like there's a reason to do so, and hopes Fuji won't take it as a slight. He's entirely out of risks he can afford to take.
Akaya blinks. That was sudden, out of nowhere, and what else?
At the same time, Jackal can do the math and sighs as they jog into the camp, where Inui is, indeed, waiting with a kettle and a set of fine drinking glasses. The finish line is in sight.
Jackal drops his backpack, now that the walk back won't be too hard, musters enough arm strength to yank the back of Akaya's jersey up over his head, and pulls ahead and across. He loves his kouhai, but he isn't in this tennis club for his good humor.
Akaya sputters in rage, "Hey, wait!" and stumbles forward trying to get to the right place. "What was that for?"
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Momo chases after him like there's a reason to do so, and hopes Fuji won't take it as a slight. He's entirely out of risks he can afford to take.
Akaya blinks. That was sudden, out of nowhere, and what else?
At the same time, Jackal can do the math and sighs as they jog into the camp, where Inui is, indeed, waiting with a kettle and a set of fine drinking glasses. The finish line is in sight.
Jackal drops his backpack, now that the walk back won't be too hard, musters enough arm strength to yank the back of Akaya's jersey up over his head, and pulls ahead and across. He loves his kouhai, but he isn't in this tennis club for his good humor.
Akaya sputters in rage, "Hey, wait!" and stumbles forward trying to get to the right place. "What was that for?"