"Figures. But still, that's good to hear." Ishigaki grins, eyes fixed at the other's gestures when he speaks. The confidence in his voice is reassuring considering how much Midousuji ties his mental health into cycling. When he thinks back to the second day of their last Inter High together, the younger one curled up lifeless in the corner of their club room, his heart sinks, and maybe that's the reason why he can't shake that feeling that he can't leave Midousuji unsupervised.
It's a difficult staying side by side with the starting rush of morning commute, but he sticks close enough, his shoulder almost brushing against Midousuji's as he continues onward. Silence stretches between them as he ponders his question.
"I don't know actually," Ishigaki eventually admits. Going to school for his family's sake hit close to home. It's what they wanted, it's the socially acceptable choice- reminded others more than himself that he was going somewhere in life. It was what he was supposed to do, but it didn't fill any voice in his life. Cycling was his best option, but when next to a child prodigy like Midousuji, that dream feels inadequate.
"I got options. I miss Kyoto, I want to go back. But... I can't stay there forever." He continues, shifting his gaze elsewhere. Here Midousuji was with a future so bright, and Ishigaki two years in with nothing to show for. "Not a lot of job opportunities, you know? Running my dad's shop just seems like too easy of an option. And it doesn't make all that much..."
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It's a difficult staying side by side with the starting rush of morning commute, but he sticks close enough, his shoulder almost brushing against Midousuji's as he continues onward. Silence stretches between them as he ponders his question.
"I don't know actually," Ishigaki eventually admits. Going to school for his family's sake hit close to home. It's what they wanted, it's the socially acceptable choice- reminded others more than himself that he was going somewhere in life. It was what he was supposed to do, but it didn't fill any voice in his life. Cycling was his best option, but when next to a child prodigy like Midousuji, that dream feels inadequate.
"I got options. I miss Kyoto, I want to go back. But... I can't stay there forever." He continues, shifting his gaze elsewhere. Here Midousuji was with a future so bright, and Ishigaki two years in with nothing to show for. "Not a lot of job opportunities, you know? Running my dad's shop just seems like too easy of an option. And it doesn't make all that much..."