Rude. Have more faith in me! 😤

Midousuji wasn't wrong to doubt his talents. At the pace Midousuji was going, Ishigaki's skill level has more than likely stagnated in the past few years in comparison. But he didn't have to remind him of that at the least. 

He huffs, and his eyes glance at the screen again. Opponents? The thought raises his brows, and he thinks of the void lingering in his mind this week. Not being able to grow beside Midousuji like the rest of his team, never getting the chance to carry him across the finish line, to not follow those little dreams- it hurt, almost- and maybe he never would receive the same satisfaction he had in their school days together. But racing against him opens a new door: a future he could see with Midousuji in it.

With that on his mind, Ishigaki stops his pouting and continues typing.

Is tomorrow ok?

Ishigaki's anxiety creeps up on him, but the text had already been sent. Tomorrow? Really? There wasn't a way to hide his eagerness with that. The free time he's had since the semester's end must have gotten the better of him.

Oh well. He's waited long enough, right?