Kazushi Miyamoto had grown up to be a great athlete since High School. He was in Tokyo for an athletic meet.
He was a very approachable person, he was capable of giving advice to other people and he listened to the advice given to him. An all around like-able guy.
He was jogging on the streets of Shibuya when he came upon a teen with yellow hair, probably dyed, kicking an empty can.
"Stupid Kamoshida." The teen grumbled.
Kazushi would've just ignored the grumbling teen, if not for the boy missing his step and stumbled to the ground wincing in pain and nursed his right leg.
"Hey are you alright?" Kazushi asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine." The boy responded immediately. "It's just my leg's been acting lately."
"Let me take a look at that." Kazushi ordered.
"Knock yourself out."
Kazushi nodded as he rolled the right pant leg up and inspected the leg the boy was nursing. He inspected it gently, conscious of the fact that the boy was wincing in pain at every contact.
"Did you break your leg?" Kazushi bluntly asked.
"My teacher broke it." The boy admitted. "My teacher disguised it as a training routine." He continued. "I kinda deserved it since I got the team disbanded." He finished.
"No matter the circumstances, you did not deserve getting your right leg broken." Kazushi stated. "In any case, have you put a cast on this?" The older asked. "Have you undergone surgery?"
"No." The boy shook his head as he leaned on the nearby post. "Ma's already taking three jobs to take care of us, I can't possibly burden her more about my legs." He explained. "Besides, the school already gave me the minimal treatment possible for me to be able to walk." He added. "To cover up for the training mishap." He whispered.
"I see." Kazushi acknowledged the reply. "Anyway, try not to put more strain on your leg else you wouldn't be able to walk." Kazushi advised.
"The school already got me the treatment I need." The boy insisted.
"You also said, the minimal treatment necessary." Kazushi insisted. "There could have been complications since then." He added. "Just trust me on this one. I know the feeling." He continued. "I'm Kazushi Miyamoto" He finally introduced himself. "And you are."
"Ryuji Sakamoto."
"Sakamoto, I'd like us to exchange contact numbers. I'd arrange for you to meet a friend of mine, she may know a thing or two about your situation." Kazushi explained. "Just bear with her, she might be a little bossy."
"Fine." Ryuji slowly stood up, favoring his injured leg.
Ryuji took out his phone and exchanged contact information with the adult before him.
"Wait for my call or message" Kazushi stated. "See you soon." He bid farewell as he continued jogging.