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Running
He runs. He doesn't know why he runs. But he runs. It's peaceful, somehow. Just the sound of his shoes hitting the pavement, the labored pants of his breath, the sweat running in rivulets down his skin.
Nothing but himself and his thoughts, alone, uninterrupted. Nothing can break through his concentration when he runs.
And while he runs, he thinks. He thinks about people, events, things.
He thinks about amethyst eyes, often sparking with anger at some comment. He thinks about green eyes, almost always covered by a thick pair of lenses.
He thinks about arguments, fights that always leave him drained. He thinks about matches, competitions where they worked together in harmony, making the impossible possible.
He thinks about burgers, fast food runs every day after school. He thinks about notebooks, filled with data about him and others.
Abruptly, he stops running. He knows that Inui is the better choice. Inui doesn't fight with him. Inui understands him. Inui can synchronize with him. Inui knows what he likes and dislikes.
So why did he have to fall in love with a stupid, fiery, greedy idiot?
Why did he have to love Momo?
A/N: Yeah, well, this just appeared out of nowhere. Short, present tense, I'm just asking for the flames, aren't I? (Pulls out fire extinguisher) But I'm prepared! Muahaha! *coffs Well, moving on, please R&R!