[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.
[His thumbs catch those tears, brushing them away from her eyes as to not stain her cheek.]
That's just the answer I was hoping you'd say, Reina.
[She loved soccer, he knew she did. No one as good as her...as loving as her could not play soccer without loving it as well. His own eyes seem to well up with tears, happily streaming down his face as he pulls her closer, burying his face into that sea of blue hair that had he'd compared to the sky.
[She hears the tears in his voice before she can see them. He's buried against her before she can see them. But she can feel the wetness fall into her hair, and her chest tightens, realizing that she'd made him cry again. Whether it was for sadness or happiness, the knowledge that she was the cause behind it...
Her arms slide around, palms pressing to his back before she curls her fingers in the fabric of his shirt, head dropping to his shoulder where she nods against him.]
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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.
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That's just the answer I was hoping you'd say, Reina.
[She loved soccer, he knew she did. No one as good as her...as loving as her could not play soccer without loving it as well. His own eyes seem to well up with tears, happily streaming down his face as he pulls her closer, burying his face into that sea of blue hair that had he'd compared to the sky.
Where the sun belonged.]
Let's play soccer, Reina. Together.
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Her arms slide around, palms pressing to his back before she curls her fingers in the fabric of his shirt, head dropping to his shoulder where she nods against him.]
Mm. Together. I want that.