[Hearing that nobody knew is only a small comfort. If it's bad enough among the team that the coach said nobody had to practice, things must be pretty bad.
Satoru stands up straight when Miyuki pauses near him then turns and follows when he goes. Distance feels like a good thing right now. Part of him wants to go into the locker room and try to find Nori, maybe challenge him to a pitch off to prove that they're not so different since he still doesn't want to speak anymore, but this is better. Miyuki can be twisted, but he's smart and he knows Nori better than anybody else, certainly better than Satoru. If he says they're going, they're going.
He's quiet as they walk, trying to figure out where to start. If it's the flowers' doing then it's really nobody's fault, but, 'I made Nori-senpai hate me,' still feels like the truest thing. When they reach the bleachers, he stops, waiting to see if Miyuki will sit. Not having practice doesn't mean getting out of working; for all he knows, they'll have this conversation on the run.]
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Satoru stands up straight when Miyuki pauses near him then turns and follows when he goes. Distance feels like a good thing right now. Part of him wants to go into the locker room and try to find Nori, maybe challenge him to a pitch off to prove that they're not so different since he still doesn't want to speak anymore, but this is better. Miyuki can be twisted, but he's smart and he knows Nori better than anybody else, certainly better than Satoru. If he says they're going, they're going.
He's quiet as they walk, trying to figure out where to start. If it's the flowers' doing then it's really nobody's fault, but, 'I made Nori-senpai hate me,' still feels like the truest thing. When they reach the bleachers, he stops, waiting to see if Miyuki will sit. Not having practice doesn't mean getting out of working; for all he knows, they'll have this conversation on the run.]