＼（Ｔ∇Ｔ）／ Finallyyy

Mello~! 
Mehh begin to hate my new school project. I'm now studying Food Design and Innovation.
It's really a nice school but my project members are HELL ヽ(ｏ`皿′ｏ)ﾉ and a LOT projects to finish this 2 weeks.
My motivation went down and didn't want to do some drawings or homework.
But it's okay now. My friends and other classmates told me to continue because they told me that I have a lot of idea's and good ones too.  {{p´Д｀q}} Thank you everyone!
So I cannot give up!

Yush last time I gave some information about a guy called Goto, no~!
This is our gift for those who are following us for a long time.
Here is a little story about him and Kiyoshi-kun.☆*･゜ﾟ･*\(^O^)/*･゜ﾟ･*☆ 
Have a nice time reading our first short story  ~!

Love in the air~

Small detours in the late evening around the campsite became one of my habits since I came here. After such eventful days my highest priorities was to get some alone-time, giving myself the opportunity to clear my mind even if it is just for a mere twenty minutes.

I let my feet decided which way to go, and ended up walking along the sport courts – seemingly empty around this time. Though that was what I thought until my eyes caught someone standing in the middle of the basketball court.

As expected it was Goto, as active as always. He seemed to be practicing, lost in his own little world where only the ball and the hoop mattered. I doubted if I should approach him as he seemed so concentrated, not wanting to interrupt nor disturb him. 

In the end I decided to just walk past, just saying “Hi,” wouldn’t hurt, right? As I did so Goto went for a full dash towards the basket, running in such a precise fashion that it left me ogling at how his feet bounced him off the floor and sent him flying to the hoop – It went in.

Just as I was stunned by his achievement he seemed pretty smitten as well, a satisfied smile stretched from ear to ear. The ball had rolled towards the side where I stood, I picked it up which engaged me in a direct conversation with Goto.

“Saito-kun! You’re up late, it’s past curfew you know?” Goto remarked when he walked towards me. Of course he wouldn’t fool me with those words mixed with that teasing smile this time.

“I should ask the same to you, exercising at this hour.” I retorted, but it was evident in the way I spoke that I joked around too.

Goto took the ball from my hands, chuckling. “Hey. Ever shot some hoops?”

I told him I never did so, since I’d never gotten much interest in sports. As the sports enthusiast he claimed to be he went in all out about how much of a thrill it was to get the ball through. In the end he even got me to try – which went far from in, of course – and when I heavily protested that I’d never even done it in the first place he offered teaching me – an offer he wouldn’t let me refuse.

“Stretch your arms like this when you throw..” His voice was close to my ear when he spoke, his words resounding through my mind. Slowly he guided my arms in throwing position, his fingers wrapping around my lower arms as he made me release the ball in a rather messy throw.

No way that would ever go in, I thought to myself when the ball sored towards the hoop.. Yet I was pleasantly surprised when the ball hit the hoop and went for a little spin, until it fell through the iron hoop with easy.

“See! It went!” He exclaimed, his smile from earlier returning. I managed to turn my head, wanting to see whether he was proud of me or not, yet I was taken aback by the closeness our faces.. not to mention our bodies were. I started feeling extremely self-conscious since it had been the first time in a long time I’d felt such intimacy.

Goto seemed aware of it himself too, as he started looking a little troubled. I could swear that even in this darkness I could see a slight flush on his cheeks.

I started wondering whether it was really okay for us to be like this, someone would see we surely could get scold for it. But why didn’t I care about that at that very moment. Having someone else’s arms around you like that… it was something I never experienced..

Our gazes met clumsily, both clueless of where else to look. “It.. was just because you helped out, otherwise it’d never gotten in in the first place.” I tried breaking through the awkward situation we found ourselves in, which snapped Goto out of it as well.. Slowly I felt his grip loosen on my arms – the sound of his shaking breath fading out when he went to get the ball.

The pleasant warmth around me vanished.

“We should head back, before I get you into trouble too..” Goto beamed me an apologetic smile, he was out after curfew as well which meant if we were to be seen we’d probably work ourselves in a pile of trouble. I nodded, shuffling on my feet as to wait for Goto to join me on our way back – but he stayed. “.. You go ahead, I still need to.. practice one last thing.”

Even though I noticed the forced smile on his face I bid him good-night, though on the entire way back I wondered where’s his usually lifelines had gone off to. Goto… always smiled playing sports, then why did he look so torn just a while ago?

Those thoughts kept haunting me until my busying mind allowed me to drift off to sleep.

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Andru T.