[ that’s more than enough brain power compared to shōyō’s fixated focus on using all the juice (muscular and brain) he has on a sport that it blows him away. his eyes are wide, attentive and awed by the amount of contemplation that takes and then making it look so easy to discover. like it was right there, a math problem as easy as 2 + 2, when shōyō still struggled with his times tables past 6. heitor was right— some people do things because they have to, and because it’s a chore. others do it because it’s like breathing. it’s second nature.
and, ah. lazarus’ untouched eggs aside, which shōyō sucks in a lip to hopefully delay a comment and focus on the most powerful of the two presented to him: ]
. . . You really cracked that like a Nutcracker. Like— [ that’s not something he would even attend to or look towards. it gives him another angle that he tries to desperately peer through, as if that would help better understand his friend. ] How long did it take?
[ he’s genuinely interested, and shōyō is unbearably genuine with what he’s feeling by showing that; body completely turned, faced as if he was in front of a screen. he’s only now just realized that the beast wasn’t off the mark, if it was lazarus.
on the court, shōyō too, was called a monster, and those who’d see him play would see a different man. gravitational pull, they say. chemical reactions. likeness always finds likeness, somehow. ]
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and, ah. lazarus’ untouched eggs aside, which shōyō sucks in a lip to hopefully delay a comment and focus on the most powerful of the two presented to him: ]
. . . You really cracked that like a Nutcracker. Like— [ that’s not something he would even attend to or look towards. it gives him another angle that he tries to desperately peer through, as if that would help better understand his friend. ] How long did it take?
[ he’s genuinely interested, and shōyō is unbearably genuine with what he’s feeling by showing that; body completely turned, faced as if he was in front of a screen. he’s only now just realized that the beast wasn’t off the mark, if it was lazarus.
on the court, shōyō too, was called a monster, and those who’d see him play would see a different man. gravitational pull, they say. chemical reactions. likeness always finds likeness, somehow. ]