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It was a well-known fact that you couldn't play most sports with Waya. He was still so immature that he felt he had to make jokes about 'balls' and mature enough that he knew all the dirtiest insinuations. Even swimming and track weren't safe: Isumi knew this because he had been on a swimming team, once, but he hadn't liked it much. He thought it might be more fun if he invited Waya to watch, but instead of watching the actual swimming, his eyes were glued to the tight fit of Isumi's swimsuit bottoms, and even worse, some of the other swimmers'.
They went to a track meet with Hikaru to see some of his old friends compete, after Isumi quit his own sport. Waya didn't say a word the whole time, eerily silent on the topic of lithe boys and girls in short-shorts, but in the car on the way back, he asked Hikaru, "So, was Mitani-kun the athlete?"
When Hikaru asked what he meant, Waya shrugged and replied, "He looked pretty...fit. Runner's legs, and all."
Later, Isumi discovered the American sport "Ultimate Frisbee", which, though childish, seemed thoroughly innocuous and a lot of fun. He and Waya gathered a few of their friends and tried it exactly once.
"It's a contact sport," Isumi could remember explaining.
"Like football, right?"
"Right. To get the frisbee, you have to tackle the other person."
"Oh. Okay."
He should have known it was too easy.
Waya tackled him constantly, even when Hikaru had the frisbee and was sprinting in the opposite direction. Sports were never right for Waya and Isumi, it seemed. That wasn't to say they didn't both get plenty of exercise.