I Can Free You || UshiTen

Tendō

God, I'm so gay.

Just looking at Ushijima with that expression of exhaustion made my imagination wander.
I violently shook my head, trying to rid the lewd thoughts before something occurred.

"Right," he grunted, standing upright. "Sorry."

No need to apologize.

I helped him pick up the balls he so carelessly threw around.

"Hey," his deep voice startled my concentration. "I have a subject matter that I need to discuss with someone."

"Okay?" I asked while pushing the ball cart into the storage closet. "And who is that someone?"

Giving me a confused look, he stared me down with a raised eyebrow.
"You. Who else would it be?"

Shrugging, I gave him a soft punch to his shoulder.
"I don't know! The way you say things are so weird."

"What's weird about it?" He asked, exiting the gym.

"You sound too formal, Wakatoshi-kun!" I snickered while changing my shoes.

Stealing a glance of his face, I noticed the odd expression he wore. His brows were furrowed and a frown tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"Why do you—" he paused. "Never mind."

Don't just say something then stop!

"Eh?" Now standing next to him, I gave him a raised brow of my own. "Why do I what?"

"It's not important." He turned away and walked towards the club room.