All it took was a plane crash, and Kise Ryota was no more.
Strangely enough, he didn't feel sadness, only regret. Regret for not checking his engine beforehand. Regret for missing out on his friends with his job as a pilot. Regret for not spending t...
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"I didn't know that you were interested in basketball, Ryota-san," Mikaël greeted awkwardly, as he walked up to the hyped blond under his teammates' dubious stare.
Ryota-san? Not '-kun' or '-cchi'?
Kise shook his head, his eyes barely sweeping over the other players as he beamed at the green head before pulling an, obviously fake pout. "Mou, I came for you Mikacchi!" he whined, switching back to the nickname he usually used for the foreigner. "Didn't you promise to watch my football match against Tanaka, Claudecchi recorded you promising, you can't deny it!"
Mikaël stiffened unnoticeably at his manager's name before returning the blond a brilliant grin.
Mikacchi, "-cchi?"
"Of course I didn't forget," the green said. "But I have practice. What kind of third-year would I be if I skipped on it?" He explained, his eyes darting to the side for a second as he rubbed his left earlobe mechanically. Mikaël felt uncomfortable.
A red eyebrow raised itself before scarlet eyes narrowed in contemplation.
Silver brows furrowed slightly, a low sneer escaping the player's lips.
Ryota frowned. "Can't you?"
Mikaël's usually smiling and seemingly composed face, showed a troubled expression as if he didn't know what to answer. As if to the green, there was no safe answer. Little unnoticeable beads of sweat slowly formed on the eldest's forehead, a noticeably forced chuckle slipping past his lips.
He felt dizzy, almost ready to hyperventilate. His mind ran miles a minute, what to do? Disagree, agree, refuse, accept, decline—
Mikaël stiffened, startled by the hand suddenly resting on his shoulder. "'You alright Mika?"
Wide golden eyes settled on a raven. He released a shaky breath he didn't know he was holding. "Mmhm, Shuzocchi—"
The blond perked up lightly at the nickname, briefly glancing at the third-year in curiosity.
"—I was thinking of something else, sorry," he apologized, eyes narrowed in appreciation as he realized how calm his mind was, Nijimura simply washed his worry away. "Thanks." Shuzo really did wonder on himself.
