[It was rare for Kiyama Hiroto to speak sharply or firmly. As Gran, he didn't show the same warmness but Ulvida always one-upped it with an even cooler attitude, and for all the clipped words and flat tones she spoke to him with, he never tried to match it. Truly, this is the first time that Hiroto is speaking to her in this way, making her freeze, robbed of any desire to wriggle out of his grasp, unable to look away.
Like a key to unlock tightly shut doors. A rope bring thrown for her to catch. A hand reaching out for her through the darkness to pull her into the light. Something gives, and the first drop of tear rolls down her cheek and onto his hand.]
... I want to play. [The words drop quietly, like tentative rain, into the space between them.]
I want to play, with you. Like everyone, I want to find my own soccer too.
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Like a key to unlock tightly shut doors. A rope bring thrown for her to catch. A hand reaching out for her through the darkness to pull her into the light. Something gives, and the first drop of tear rolls down her cheek and onto his hand.]
... I want to play. [The words drop quietly, like tentative rain, into the space between them.]
I want to play, with you. Like everyone, I want to find my own soccer too.