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[b]Yasuo Ojima x Kuzunao Sakamori-[@banjoanjo] [/b][/center]


[indent]Yasuo stared at her critically, meaningfully; looking for some ill-intent, trying to figure out if he could depend on her words. Moments turned to seconds and seconds turned into a literal minute. Another breeze slid its fingertips against him before pressing on to Kuzunao-sensei. 


He broke the syrupy silence with a gesture, a kind of relaxation that sagged his shoulders and loosened his spine. He beamed at her slightly before muffling  his borderline feminine chuckle with his hand. She was truly beautiful. When he was done, one of his hands fell into his pocket, the other hung at his side as if weighed down by the black-woven bracelet on his wrist.


He smiled at her in the same way he had earlier, except there laid a kind of acceptance in its gentle tug upwards. In some form, Kuzunao-sensei was actually kind of… genuine. Her words, no matter how he twisted and turned them in his head was honest. 


She was kinda like Naota in that regard. His fist clenched in his pocket. Still, her honesty had convinced him to do something he wouldn’t normally do. He squatted low to the ground and pondered exactly what truth he’d tell her. He flicked his eyes up at her. She was probably tired of bearing through his silent pauses. 


He made his decision quick, though his words came out cautiously, [b] “Kuzunao-sensei, did you know my dad was a famous naval officer? He doesn’t have anything to do with the [i]current[/i] me but I’ve sorta killed his spirit.”[/b]


The sound of those words had always haunted him. Now they left his mouth so easy that it felt blasphemous to his cage of guilt. Some kind of betrayal. 

[b] “I know he's avoiding me now, at home he doesn't even ask me to train with him anymore. But that doesn’t really matter to me, I’m well aware that he’s willing to forgive me whenever I decided to… recover. It’s what caused him to give up on me that’s bothering me.”[/b]

[b] "Kuzunao-sensei, this year’s tournament is dredging up old demons for me. Angels too,”[/b] he told her, chuckling again and raising his hand to muffle the girlish sound.[/indent]