"cockblock."
"azumane-san, that's my mother you're talking about." tadashi's lip twitches. his tee starts to flap as the duo keep on running. the coach is being irritably angry today, making tadashi's class run laps for no particular reason. tadashi glances at the sun, feeling its glare resting upon its back; like dandruff. he's tired.
the sun must be drying up his grandfather's garden. he grimaces.
he and azumane are the last ones to round up the last bend, not as if he expected anything more of the both of them, but he notices. as tadashi sits down, his shirt drenched with sweat smacks him in the face. that's what he gets for always shopping in the thrift store.
the p.e teacher faces them, his bleached hair held up by a hairband. melancholic pasted onto his fingers as he twirls the pink laced pen, its ink oozing out check marks. tadashi hears his name being called. he raises tentative fingers.
"yamaguchi, please try harder next time." some of the other students break off into slight giggles and snickers. tadashi lifts his cheeks in a forced smile to fend off the shadows creeping up his stomach.
"we're going to continue practicing our passing practices. everyone grab a partner and a ball, and go get 'em."
"azu-" tadashi's elbow is gripped with two strong fingers and pulled back. the back of his shirt is filled up with humid air as his tee flaps in the wind.
azumane lets out a shy smile and turns to sugawara. traitor
"you're my partner now." hajime raises an eyebrow to dare tadashi to argue. he opens his mouth, stingy words ready to pierce his annoying project partner. he closes it as hajime throws a red soccer ball directly onto his slim chest. he lets out a rattling cough.
"ow!" tadashi complains pushing the ball back onto the ground.
"please tell me you remember how to play soccer."
"uhhhh. we just kick it right?" before the words leave his mouth, he feels hajime's disappointment hit him like a truck.
"sorta just pass it slowly towards me." tadshi raises his left foot to kick the ball. his lack of self coordination foreshadows the obvious tragedy that will happen. he lets loose his kick just to see the ball land directly (and hard) on hajime's crotch.
tadashi lets out a squeak as hajime glares at him before hunching over on the ground.
he realizes something. all this time, when his fears had drained him of control over himself, did not compare to how terrifying hajime looked as he slid towards the dirt. "oh no."
