[It had only been three months between the fall of Aliea and Hiroto's departure for FFI. It has only been three months since her arrival here. It wasn't that she left soccer completely untouched over that time. She played with her siblings from the Sun Garden, and she touched the soccer ball from time to time with the children here, too.
But she never developed a single technique over that time. She didn't dive into it like the others. She refused to take the forward position no matter how strong her kick was compared to the others -- or rather, especially because she knew better than anyone how strong, and how dangerous, it was.
Her chest feels tight. It's suddenly hard to breathe as she finds herself holding it, afraid that if she does now it'll come with another flood of tears. Was this happiness? Relief? Sadness, fear? She couldn't tell. But her eyes drop to the front of Hiroto's body, remembering the last time she had allowed herself to hit the ball with the same amount of force they'd need for a hissatsu...]
But, [she finally starts, her voice strained,] but... I'm...
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But she never developed a single technique over that time. She didn't dive into it like the others. She refused to take the forward position no matter how strong her kick was compared to the others -- or rather, especially because she knew better than anyone how strong, and how dangerous, it was.
Her chest feels tight. It's suddenly hard to breathe as she finds herself holding it, afraid that if she does now it'll come with another flood of tears. Was this happiness? Relief? Sadness, fear? She couldn't tell. But her eyes drop to the front of Hiroto's body, remembering the last time she had allowed herself to hit the ball with the same amount of force they'd need for a hissatsu...]
But, [she finally starts, her voice strained,] but... I'm...