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Sports bag slung in his muscular arm, ever so grumpy Kyoutani started shuffling to the door. It contained bottles of water, a couple pairs of fresh towel and some cotton shirts which scent smelled like the sweet laundry detergent you always prefer to use. Kyoken-chan adjusted the strap, gripping on it tight. Time for him to practice again. Alone. Just as he reaches the living room, ballistic eyes meet gentle and understanding ones. In the couch was you, looking at him like you had been watching all along. "Are you practicing by yourself again?," you asked gently. "Ken," you called on when he didn't respond for he only avoided eye contact with you. Oh how well you understand Mad Dog. "Come here," you pat the space beside you. There had to be a moment of silence first, space for him to think before Kentarou's unpredictable, so unreadable mind decides. He sat right next to you in the end. "You can't do things all on your own forever," you took one of his rough calloused hands. "You're playing volleyball. A sport where a group of six is stronger," his eyes slightly widened. You gave him a little squeeze, hoping he'd stop grumping around and start trying to trust more, talk more, be more. Like he did to you. "I just want you to know," you smiled softly. I do now, Kyoutani thought to himself. You made it all clear.
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