꧁ 𝓐𝓶𝒆𝓼 𝒆𝓷 𝓹𝒆𝓲𝓷𝒆 ꧂
His intoxicating kisses
Helped her to forget
Better than any alcohol
The pain of her grieving heart.
Addictive,
She took possession of his mind
Faster than any drug
Ever did.
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The next day, it was in a hurry that Hana walked towards the baseball field. Initially, she had planned to wait for Kazuya at the exit of her classroom. She wanted to return the notebooks that he had so graciously lent her a few weeks ago. But unfortunately, the head teacher happened to be an extremely talkative man, and he had kept her at the end of the course for a futility. As a result, she had missed her childhood friend, and the only option she had was to hope to run into him during his training.
But it wasn't just that. There was him, too. That boy whose name she still didn't know. The day before, several bonds had formed in her head, and since then, the young woman could not help but think about it. She understood several things, starting with the fact that since he was on the baseball team, he and Kazuya knew each other. And since Kazuya often told him about his most unruly teammates, he had obviously already told her about this boy. There was no way he hadn't.
But even if she racked her brains, the result remained the same: she lacked information to make the final link. She had not made the effort to remember the names Kazuya mentioned, and she had never had the opportunity to associate them with faces. So, even though the student realized that this boy was most likely the one Kazuya despised the most, it didn't advance her any further into her research...
Sora Amano didn't go with her, still too ashamed of the events of the day before. She was afraid that the boy who ran up with the coach told the rest of the club about what had happened. And even if Hana strongly doubted that this was the case, she had not tried to deny this possibility, happy to finally get rid of the one who acted as her shadow. It was thus alone that she reached the edge of the baseball field, in search of the face of her elder among the players already present on the field.
When Hana approached the group, several pairs of eyes headed up to her to observe her with curiosity before casting suspicious looks at each other, trying to determine which of them knew the young woman who was approaching. Shirai had formally forbidden them to invite anyone to attend the training sessions, judging them too dissipated when a spectator looked at them. And authoritarian as he was, no one had dared to deviate from his rule.
What a surprise when they saw their captain, although so taciturn, break away from the group to meet the student, a friendly smile on the lips.
—Hi, Hana, are you all right? He questioned her, a little anxious to see her arrive so suddenly.
Shirai leaned towards her and tenderly kissed her cheek, all in front of the dumbfounded looks of the present witnesses.
—Yes, don't worry, she reassured him immediately in a soft voice. I just wanted to give these back to you, but the teacher felt talkative today, so...yeah.
Hana handed the notebooks and Kazuya seized them mechanically, amazed that she made the move for such a frivolous thing.
—You could have given them to me another day, nothing is in a hurry, said he, raising his eyebrow.
