[img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210317/555075298c0c78a898e1208734a75eee.png[/img][Right]April 13th. Hinotori High School.[/Right][hr]

As Genki slowly inched towards the bleachers, desperately trying not to draw attention to himself, he finally got a closer look at the scene unfolding between the two teens. It looked like Diago was on the verge of tears. Either Hoshino was [i]really[/i] laying into him, or Daigo was more than a little anxious. Probably both.

Hoshino grabbed the redhead's wrist in a pretty demanding way, more likely dragging him along, rather than Daigo going of his own free will. Genki swore he even heard a whimper in there somewhere. And judging by the head jerk in his direction, Genki took that as a sign of acknowledgement, and moved in at a quicker rate, until he was directly next to the boys.

As he approached, Daigo spoke out to him, asking him to grab his glasses claiming: "Hoshino-kun's a big meanie that wants to see me cry." Genki looked over at Hoshino's permanently scowled face. [color=ed1c24]"Yeah, I'll believe that. Sure thing."[/color] He looked over to his side to see Diago's blue rimmed glasses just out of reach. Picking them up by the ear peice, he held them out to Daigo. 

[color=ed1c24]"Hope you're ready. I know I am."[/color] The fingers on his free hand clenched into a fist as he looked towards the butterfly as flashes of his previous escapade appeared in his mind. Basketball was all well and good, but now it was time for a different kind of exercise. [hr][right]Interacting with/Mentioning:[@Scribe of Thoth][@Asura][/right]