"Gross," is Midousuji's immediate response, and he sharply turns his gaze away, yanking his mask back up. It's a subtle reaction, but Midousuji's hand tenses in a curling clench around the handle of the bag that contains his bike. Midousuji's heart beats hard, one, pronounced. He wants to suggest he could just move back to Kyoto, but Midousuji isn't the type to encourage people to settle for something mediocre.
Even Midousuji can tell Ishigaki's heart isn't with what's right. Which would be, of course, coming to help his dad at his dad's shop. A fact Midousuji had flippantly ignored with a silly, dramatic roll of his eyes in his freshman year, cemented deep in his mind, now troubling him.
Troubling? Was that right?
"Well... if you don't, you'll only be seeing me pass you in races..." Midousuji peers back at Ishigaki, and begins to walk, or moves forward enough to suggest it, his eyes wide as he tilts his head. "Ryukoku University isn't all that close to Meisou..."
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Even Midousuji can tell Ishigaki's heart isn't with what's right. Which would be, of course, coming to help his dad at his dad's shop. A fact Midousuji had flippantly ignored with a silly, dramatic roll of his eyes in his freshman year, cemented deep in his mind, now troubling him.
Troubling? Was that right?
"Well... if you don't, you'll only be seeing me pass you in races..." Midousuji peers back at Ishigaki, and begins to walk, or moves forward enough to suggest it, his eyes wide as he tilts his head. "Ryukoku University isn't all that close to Meisou..."