"I'm fine," Chizuru tells him, and then remembers Yano's secretive smile as she told her that that was the most common of lies. The flesh of her cheeks colours and she very pointedly stares at her feet. Her shoes offer no kind of console. Ryū stares at her. Chizuru can feel his sceptic gaze on her face and on her downward eyes.
What Ryū is good at beside baseball and miscellaneous sports—a perfect poker face. Chizuru can count in one hand the times he ever lost his cool. Sadly, Chizuru is not Ryū, so she increasingly fidgets beneath his serious eyes.
"It was only a baseball match," he tells her calmly, hand on her shoulder, and allows himself to smile when she starts sputtering about, competitive nature showing obviously.
"I could have won if that stupid Pin hadn't butted in!" Chizuru cheekily replies, and then remembers she is supposed to be totally cool and impervious to stupid coaches with stupid hair (because seriously, what kind of teacher dyes their hair red and then walks around like he's shoved his head on a vat of gel).
When she glances at Ryū, a little angry and a little embarrassed, he is smirking down at her.
Her cheeks tingle painfully as she kicks him in the shin.