Tuesday and Wednesday went as most do, pop quizzes and practice for Eijun, busywork and practice for Kazuya. Practices were difficult, there were only a few days until the final two games and they knew that they had to do as much as they could for the next few days, that they'd be taking it a little easier the days before the weekend.

Wednesday found Eijun walking down the hallway, looking out the window at one of the playing fields behind the school. It was a beautiful fall day, the sky a brilliant blue without a cloud in sight. In the field, there was a group of boys playing soccer, badly. It was the second years. Some were worse than others, but it amused Eijun to no end to see that the worst of the players was none other than his boy. He laughed so hard at him that they all heard it through the open window, stopping to glare at Eijun.

"Good thing you're a better catcher than you are a soccer player, Miyuki Kazuya! You suck!" He laughed, almost falling out of the window in his amusement. Kazuya didn't reply, just stared at the pitcher in the window.

"If you fall out of that window, Sawamura, I'm going to kick your ass!" Eijun heard a voice above him. Looking up, he saw it was Jun leaning on the windowsill. "You second years really stink! I don't know what you think you're doing out there, but we should seriously have a talk about your abilities."

The second years all stopped playing, looking up at the window. Kuramochi asked, "Is that Masuko-senpai up there? The one that's looking like a rice bun?"

"Shut it, you idiot!" Jun yelled. 'Don't make me come down there!"

"Come on down, you're no better at soccer than we are!"

"I'll be right—" suddenly an arm reached out and yanked Jun back into the hallway. Immediately afterwards, Yuuki's head appeared at the window.

"You kouhai wouldn't be starting trouble with your senpai, would you?" He asked, pleasantly.

Eijun shivered. The second years all yelled their denials, bowing their heads.

"Good. Now go back to sucking at soccer, you lot." Yuuki disappeared from the window.

Eijun just stood there and snickered.

Suddenly, Yuuki's disembodied voice rang out. "Sawamura, quit standing around and get to class. You'd better not be late, you hear me?" Eijun quickly stopped laughing, let out a small yelp, and went to class.

With the knowledge that they were not quite as secret as they'd thought, Eijun and Kazuya found themselves both more open and more unsettled. It was a strange situation, one neither of them was happy with. Even though everyone seemed to know that they were together, there were no more make out sessions in the janitor's closet or in the equipment shed, they felt super conspicuous even going into Kazuya's room alone together. They had spent no time alone together since Monday afternoon, and they'd slept apart since then. Neither one of them knew what to do about the situation, nor were they talking to each other to figure it out. There was no way that this could continue; something was going to have to break. The first one to do so, and the one who did in the most hurtful way possible, was Kazuya.

That afternoon at practice, Kazuya's temper was on the knife's edge; he successfully snarked enough that even Furuya felt it, poking at everyone who came within range. The target of much of his frustration and irritation was a certain loud-mouthed pitcher, who'd started the ball rolling with his mockery that afternoon, and who continued to irritate just by being his usual loud, energetic self.

"Oi, Sawamura! You need to work on that change-up, it's still not right. You don't have the control you need, and if you don't get that down you won't be any help at all this weekend."

"I know, Miyuki Kazuya! Why do you think I'm asking you to catch my pitches?" Eijun roared back, just as irritated.

Kazuya snarked, "I don't know, idiot. You tell me. I'm not catching anything of yours until you pitch to the net for a while." Eijun glared at the catcher, not backing down.

"I don't need to pitch to the net, you shitty senpai! I need to figure out the best way to use the change-up. If you won't catch for me, I can find someone else to do it!"

"Bakamura. Pitch to the net, I'm not going to subject anyone else to your crappy control. You don't need to pitch to anyone until you've figured that out." He pitched his voice low, tone cutting, "How is it that you still don't understand? Do I need to remind you about what happens when your control goes to shit?" Kazuya saw Eijun pale and take a step back, caught the flash of hurt in Eijun's eyes, and realized what he was doing. Ahhh…so I do still have the ability to go for the jugular. That's not good, I need to get this back under control.

"Sawamura. If you can find someone who's willing to catch for you, go ahead. I'm working with Furuya today; he's still not up to par yet. You should work on your control, though, the height of those pitches is important, when they're too high they're extremely easy to hit." I'm sorry, Eijun. I think we need to talk. Tonight. We have to get this figured out, we're just hurting each other.

Hearing the dismissal in his captain's voice, Eijun turned around and walked away, not even responding to the slight olive branch Kazuya had extended. Kazuya sighed and turned his attention to Furuya.

Eijun spoke to Kariba, who agreed to catch for him; he really did want to work on his change-up. He agreed with Kazuya's assessment, he control was not where he wanted it to be, but he was both a little hurt and a little surprised at the way Kazuya dug into him, the tone and the derisive attitude was unexpected. Not new, not something he hadn't heard or seen in the past, but not recently. Apparently, this weirdness is getting to him, too. We need to talk. Tonight. We can't go on like this; we're both hurting.

Practice continued normally, with one exception—much less yelling from the bullpen. Eijun was subdued, concentrating on his pitch and thinking too much about what was going on with Kazuya, hurting more than he'd imagined was possible from his words. Everyone was glad for the lowering in volume, at least at first. After a while, it was enervating, too reminiscent of the time not too long ago when they'd lost Eijun to his insecurities and the yips. Kuramochi was, naturally, the one who was appointed (forced, if you asked him!) to talk to Kazuya.

"Hey, Miyuki. Wait up a second." Kuramochi hailed Kazuya after practice on the way to the locker room.

Kazuya stopped, knowing exactly what was going to be said, but in a bad enough mood that he didn't mind watching it play out, willing to snark at his friend as much as he could get away with. "Hey, Mochi. What's up?"

"You tell me. What's going on with Sawamura? He's been so quiet today. Did you do something to him?"

"Really? You'd think that you'd be glad that Noisymura was quiet. I didn't do anything but remind him that his control sucks, and send him off to the net. Why are you worried about him, anyway? Shouldn't you be worried about getting used to Haruichi, instead? You guys need to communicate better." Kazuya smirked, perfectly crafted for maximum impact, maximum irritation.

Kuramochi was not having any of it. "Listen, asshole. Don't try any of your deflection or nastiness on me, I've known you too long, I'm immune. Drop the bullshit and tell me what's going on."

Kazuya tried one more time. "What makes you think anything is wrong? Everything's normal. I'm fine, we're fine."

"Bullshit. You're not fine. He's not fine. You were fine, but you're not now. What happened?"

Finally, Kazuya caved. "I don't know, Mochi." He sat down hard on an empty crate. "I just don't know. Everything's gone wonky since people started finding out about us. I'm not embarrassed or ashamed of us, but it just feels strange now that it's out there. I don't even know how to explain. It's as if I'm suddenly really self-conscious, second-guessing everything. I'm miserable; I miss Eijun even though we're in the same space. I think we need to hash it out between us but all I seem to be able to do is snark at him, which is not helping."

"Sounds like you do know what's going on, Miyuki; you just have to do what you need to. You may have some apologizing to do, but to tell you the truth, Sawamura's as bad off as you are; it's not just you. You both need to figure out what you want, what you're willing to share, and what you need from each other. Together. As a pair, couple, whatever. You two are insanely, nauseatingly sweet together and I know you love him, just as he loves you. So fix this, whatever's going on. It's up to you to make the move this time; he's chased your raggedy ass enough, don't you think? It's your turn, pumpkin, and in the immortal words of some person or another, 'Don't fuck it up!'."

Kazuya snorted. "You're right; I need to talk to him. I'll figure out something, grab him after dinner. Do me a favor, and keep him occupied, would you? I'm going to take care of a few things first."

"Sure, I've got some moves I've not used on him yet, I'll be happy to try them out."

"I'd like my boyfriend to remain in one piece, if you don't mind. Just keep him in the cafeteria where I can find him. Please."

"Where's the fun in that? Okay, okay…I'll be nice and make sure he stays in the dining hall."

"Thank you, Mochi. I doubt he'll be back in the room tonight, if you want to have company."

Kuramochi laughed. "That's a very, very good idea. Thank you, Miyuki."

They smirked at each other, satisfied that their plans were set.

After taking a shower, Kazuya headed to the cafeteria, wanting to chat with the cafeteria ladies before dinner. He walked into the kitchen area and greeted the cooks, introducing him and asking about their day, charming them, as he was able to charm most adults when he put his mind to it. He moved through the kitchen to the head cook's office; she was the one he needed to speak with.

He introduced himself to her, and explained what was going on, asking her if she could help. She, of course, loved Eijun and was willing to help him out with what he needed. He gathered his supplies and moved on to the next part of his plan, setting things up. He'd settled on a location and moved quickly to get ready. While he was in the cafeteria, he'd grabbed a sandwich, and he ate while he prepared. He didn't want to make Kuramochi work too hard to keep Eijun corralled.

It was dark by the time he was done. The sky was clear and calm, and a cool wind was blowing. There wouldn't be many more nights that they could be outside and comfortable this year, tonight was one of the last. If they needed tree time, coats and a blanket to sit on would soon be required. He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. I hope this is enough…it should be enough. I think we just need to talk, to be together and figure this out. I don't think either of our feelings have changed, I just think it's how we deal with the outside that's changing, and we need to communicate about it. First, I need to apologize.

Walking to the cafeteria, he peeked through the window on the door and saw Eijun trying to get up to leave, with Kuramochi holding him down. Signaling, Kazuya got Kuramochi's attention, and he finally let Eijun go. Kazuya slipped to one side of the door where Eijun couldn't see him, and waited for him to exit.

Eijun was completely done with this day. He was tired from practice, he was both upset and hurt by what Kazuya said earlier, he missed his boyfriend, he was lonely and just wanted to get away to think. He knew what the problem was, but he had no idea how to even approach it, let alone solve it. It wasn't something he could solve himself, but his catcher didn't even show up for dinner, so he was at a loss. He'd just wanted to eat and go when Kuramochi started in on him, not even waiting until he got back to the room. I'm just so tired, and I have no idea where Kazuya went. I know we need to talk, but if I can't find him, I don't know what else to do…he was so sharp the today, so, so cutting and I am not sure how to deal with that. I've gotten out of the habit of shielding. It hurts. More than I thought it could.

He stepped out of the cafeteria and started down the walkway. He'd only gotten a few steps when he heard someone call his name softly. He stopped and turned, spotting Kazuya leaning against the wall. He looked as exhausted as Eijun felt, his eyes cloudy and dark.

"Eijun." Kazuya repeated himself, speaking softly. "Would you please come with me?" He reached out his hand, offering it to Eijun.

Eijun was tempted to refuse, tempted to make some sarcastic remark and storm off, but he really didn't have the energy. Nor did it make any sense, when all he wanted to do was to talk to Kazuya, to get this situation sorted. Therefore, instead of making some grandly futile gesture, he nodded quietly and took the offered hand. Together they walked to the practice fields in silence. This, though, this was not their usual comfortable silence; there were too many questions, too much emotion to be comfortable. But Eijun didn't want to break it, didn't want to start an argument. He was unsure of himself and Kazuya, and hated the feeling. Hated that feeling more than anything he'd ever felt.

Kazuya led them to the middle of the outfield, where he'd laid out a blanket in the grass. There was also a basket and a few other things around the blanket, but Eijun didn't notice any of it, he'd kept his eyes downcast the whole time.

"Eijun. First, before I say anything else, I want to apologize. I had no reason to speak to you that way. I am so sorry for mistreating you and I am very sorry that I hurt you. It was never my intention to cause you pain, I am beyond sorry." He looked at Eijun, who was still looking at the ground. "Eijun, please look at me, please?"

Eijun raised his head, and looked at Kazuya. His boyfriend was shocked to see the light gone from those beautiful sunshine eyes, dimmed into almost non-existence. "I don't know, Kazuya. I'm so tired. I'm exhausted. I don't know what to do, how to help, and I'm feeling so lost. I mean, we're not even really fighting, but you've never felt more distant." His eyes started to well up, emotion overtaking the exhaustion. "I can't believe how much what you said hurt. You've said so much worse to me before and I was fine then. It's not like anything you said wasn't true. It was just...the derision, the tone, it hurt. It hurt so much. I've gotten out of the habit of letting what you say roll off my back and stopped guarding myself. I don't know how to get that back."

"Oh, Ei." Kazuya felt his eyes fill as well. "I am such an asshole. I've never, ever wanted to hurt you. You're the last person I would want to hurt. I took all of my frustration and all of my irritation out on you, and you did not deserve that. I don't want you to have to guard yourself against me; I don't want you to wall yourself off. How can I help? How can I make you feel better?"

"I'm not sure, to be honest." Eijun sighed. "But would you please hold me? I've been so lonely; I've missed you so much. Hugging's probably a good place to start."

Kazuya gently pulled Eijun to himself, wrapping his arms around his torso, carding his hand through his hair. "I've missed you so much. These last few days have been rough; we have so many things we need to talk about. But for now, can I just hold you? Would that be all right with you?" Eijun, who had his head buried in Kazuya's neck, just nodded emphatically. Kazuya chuckled softly, heart lighter than it had been in days. "Do you want to lie down on the blanket? We can just stay here if you'd rather."

Eijun lifted his head. "There's a blanket?" He looked around and noticed the things Kazuya had spread out for them. "When did you do this?" He looked at Kazuya, curious. Kazuya was glad to see that some of the clouds had cleared from his eyes—they weren't completely clear, but they were better.

"During dinner. I wanted to bring you out here so we could talk. I thought that maybe you'd like to lie in the grass and watch the stars with me, like we used to. It's not going to be warm enough for us to do this much longer, at least not without coats, so I figured tonight would be a good time. But we can do something else if you want."

"No, this is fine. I'd like to watch the stars with you." Kazuya tugged him back in for a close hug, dropping a kiss on his temple.

"Ok." He lowered himself onto the blanket, pulling Eijun to rest on his shoulder. "Let me know if you're uncomfortable, all right?"

Eijun nodded, his hand playing with the buttons on Kazuya's shirt. Voice timid and hesitant, he whispered, "Kazu? Please don't do that again. I don't like feeling like this, I don't like being uncertain about where I stand with you. It hurts too much."

"First of all, and most importantly, I need to make one thing very clear to you. Eijun, you never have to question where you stand with me. Ever. You're the one thing in my life I'm totally sure about, and I love you. I always have. As far as I can tell, that's never gonna change. I can't promise not to go back to my old ways, I can't promise not to say something hurtful, but I can promise that I love you, and even if for some reason we break up, you will always be my best friend. So, again, never question where you stand with me. You stand with me, beside me and inside me.

"I wish I could swear that I'll never say anything painful again, but I don't ever want to lie to you. I might, in fact I probably will. I'll do everything I can to avoid doing so, but sometimes I just don't think, sometimes I'm beyond frustrated or irritated, and then my default is to go for blood. I can tell you this, though. I love you more than anything, and if I can figure out some way to stop it, I'll do it. I told you a while ago that I was not a good person; if I was I would probably let you go rather than taking the chance that I'd hurt you again. But I've discovered I don't want to ever not have you in my life, and I'll only let you go if you want me to do so."

Eijun relaxed into Kazuya. "Thank you for being honest with me, Kazuya. I love you, too, really I do. I don't even want to try to close myself off from you, and I definitely don't want to break up. However, we should see if we can avoid this in the future, it's no fun. Let's start with this. When did you begin to get irritated? What was the start?" He put his head on Kazuya's chest, listening to his heartbeat, monitoring his breathing.

"Let me see…I've been on edge since Monday night. Things between us have been weird, and I don't know how to fix them. I've missed spending time with you so much, but I don't feel right being demanding and I don't want to make you uncomfortable. It's like living under a microscope, knowing that all these people are watching and judging you, based on a relationship. But that's not even true, really. I don't actually think everyone is watching us or judging us, it's all in my head. So there's that.

"And then this afternoon with the soccer. I guess it's just because of everything else, but your mockery—that I deserve, I do suck—really got to me, I mean it hurt. It doesn't make sense, but I remember thinking that it wasn't fair, all I could do was think about how damned much I missed you, and you were over there laughing at me as if nothing had changed, as if nothing was bothering you. That's what was going on in my head when practice started. Things went downhill rapidly afterwards."

Eijun lifted his head up and rolled onto his stomach, trapping his boyfriend's arm underneath him. Raising himself onto his elbows, he looked directly into Kazuya's eyes. "Oh wow. Oh, Kazuya. I had no idea, I am sorry. I never meant to hurt you; I didn't even stop to think that you were bothered by that. It seems like we've been on the same page, even when we didn't know it. I've wanted nothing more than to spend time with you, I've missed seeing you so badly, but I didn't want to do something that you don't want, to ask you for anything you aren't willing to give. I've missed you so terribly, terribly much, but things have seemed so uncertain between us recently that I didn't feel like I had the right to seek you out.

"Truthfully, it hurt a little to see you out there playing soccer like you weren't bothered by anything. I watched you for a while before I yelled; you looked like you were having a great time without a care in the world, and that upset me. I ache whenever I look you, and you seemed to be totally fine with what was happening."

He lifted his hand to brush back Kazuya's hair from his forehead, softly ruffling his hair. Kazuya caught his hand and pressed a kiss in the middle of it, thinking hard. Decision made, he pulled away from Eijun and stood up.

"Where are you going?" Eijun looked confused.

Kazuya held out his hand to help Eijun up. "It's where we're going. Let's leave this stuff for later, right now I think we need something else." Eijun put his hand in Kazuya's and allowed himself to be pulled up. He had a good idea where they were going, and he agreed completely. The stargazing, and whatever else Kazuya had planned, could wait, they needed to hash stuff out first. For the first time in days, he felt a real smile playing at the corner of his mouth.

Together, finally in some sort of accord, they walked to their tree. Kazuya sat down against the trunk, and unceremoniously pulled Eijun into his lap, straddling his legs. Wrapping his arms around his boy, Kazuya let out a sigh of relief, a prayer of thanks to whichever god was listening, that he was able to hold him like this again.

Eijun melted into him, head on shoulder, arms around waist. "I cannot believe how much I've missed you. This is crazy, really. It's not as if you went on some great dangerous quest and was gone for years, it's literally been two days. Two fucking days, Kazu. What's with that?"

"I know, right? It's really weird. I think, maybe, it's a couple of things. We're still pretty new to this, so to speak, we've only really been together for a week and a half. So there's that, the newness hasn't worn off yet, the bonding is still happening. At some point we'll reach equilibrium, I'm sure. Add in the uncertainty that both of us has been feeling and I think you have what's going on.

"We do need to talk about this, though, Ei. We're both hurting. We know what we don't want; we don't want to feel like this. What do we want? What do you want? What can we do to fix this?"

Eijun snuggled deeper into Kazuya. "Want you. Want this. Don't wanna talk, wanna snuggle. Please? Just for a bit. We'll talk, but give me this first, please. I'm tired of thinking; I just want to feel you with me." Kazuya chuckled, content.

"Sure, take as much time as you'd like. I'm good here." He checked his phone. "It's not even eight yet, it's still early." He relaxed against the tree, into his boy, and they sat there, feeling for the first time in days that things were going to be all right.

After a while, Eijun started talking. He spoke about how he'd been feeling and what he wanted, about the problems of being on display, and the problems of not being together. He told Kazuya everything he was thinking, every thing he was feeling, not holding back at all. He cried and he laughed, he voiced his fear of abandonment and his faith in Kazuya, his love of both baseball and his boy. He didn't move from his position, he didn't gesticulate or pace, he just spoke. He spoke about his dreams of the future, of his hopes for tomorrow, of them finding a place in the world, being together, being partners for life. He wondered why they'd been so affected by the word of them getting out, wondered where the lack of trust in each other had snuck in, wondered if there was something lacking, something they needed to do. He expressed his thoughts as they came to him, a stream of consciousness that left Kazuya speechless and overwhelmed.

When the words finally stopped, petered out, they sat there in silence for a while. Kazuya took his time processing everything he'd heard, parsing it all out in his head. This was too important to rush, to vital to treat lightly.

He started out slowly, carefully. Kazuya wanted to make sure what he said was correct, was the truth, as he knew it to be. He didn't allow himself to just speak; he needed to communicate what he was feeling without any doubts or hesitation.

"Eijun, first of all, please never doubt I love you. That is something you can always depend on, that you can trust. I want nothing more than to be with you, however, whenever, where ever you will have me. In the short time we've been together, you've become my world. Actually, that's not true, in some ways you've been my world since we were five. As much as I tried to get beyond you, forget you, you really were never far from my thoughts."

Starting from that point, Kazuya attempted to repay Eijun's honesty with his own. Detailing how he'd been feeling, telling him about how unsettled he'd been recently, about how upset he was with the distance between them, about how he worried that Eijun would get tired of his nastiness and snark. He spoke about the little part of him that was just waiting for that to happen, that there was part of him that couldn't accept the idea that Eijun wouldn't eventually figure out that he was no good. Next, he told of his dreams, of his hopes for a future, for them to be together, to find refuge with each other. His vision that they could become each other's home, that wherever they went, as long as they were together, they would need nothing else. He explained his dismay at feeling exposed to the world, at the thought that they would be dissected and judged by those who had no right to do so, and his fear that the pressure would cause them to rupture, that at some point Eijun would have enough. Eventually he ran down, and they sat in silence for a few minutes.

"Listen carefully, Kazuya." Eijun started, sitting up, eyes focused on Kazuya's. He wanted to make his position absolutely clear. "I love you. I will never just get tired of you and leave. I won't. I've been chasing you for years, remember? I know how nasty you can get; I've been on the receiving end of it often enough. Usually, it doesn't bother me, but I agree that with everything else going on, I just wasn't capable of handling one more thing. We both are at fault for letting it get this far, and I, again, have to apologize for my part in this. So now that we both know what the other is thinking, what do you think we can do to fix this?"

"I think there are a few things we can do, and there are some things I'd like to figure out how to do, things I really want to do. First, we have to talk. It's important that we make the time to tell each other how we're feeling on a regular basis—probably daily—at least for now, at least until this thing settles for us and becomes the norm. That's the biggest thing, as far as I can tell.

"We also need to figure out what we're comfortable with others knowing or seeing. We came to a dead stop, rather than talking about what works, and that's not good. There may be a time when we won't care at all, but for now, I guess we just have to figure it out as we go. It all comes down to communication, which has completely shut down over the last couple of days."

Eijun sighed, leaning into Kazuya again. "You're absolutely right. We have to learn that no matter what's going on, talking is important. Neither of us is a mind reader, and we both tend to keep things inside, not wanting to bother the other. I remember something that I learned in therapy, something that we could both use. It's not a bad thing to ask where you stand, for clarification of what's happening. Also, it's never a weakness to need reassurance; we all do sometimes. So if you're unsure, if you're feeling insecure, please ask me whatever it is you need to know, and I'll try to do the same. As long as we're honest and making the effort to talk, we should be fine.

"I do agree that this whole fishbowl feeling is creepy, but we can't let it control us. It doesn't need to; we just have to make sure it doesn't. Together."

Kazuya hummed in agreement. Eijun sat up and cupped Kazuya's face in his hands, rubbing his thumbs over his cheekbones. "I just really want to kiss you right now. Would that be all right?"

"If you don't, you'll officially be the worst boyfriend ever." Kazuya leaned into his touch, grinning slightly.

Eijun matched his grin. "Well, that would be both a shame and a travesty; we can't possibly allow that to happen." He leaned into Kazuya, softly slotting their lips together on a sigh, on a feeling of relief, a feeling that this was where he belonged. Kazuya responded, feeling whole for the first time in days, knowing that this was the only place he wanted to be. He deepened the kiss a little, not enough to throw it over into erotic territory, just enough to make it serious, a kiss of intent. Eijun responded, matching intention with commitment.

Eventually, they parted, eyes meeting, each glad to see the exhaustion gone from the other's face, to see clear eyes returning their gaze.

"Kazu, shall we go watch the stars now? It looked like you had something great planned for us."

"I think so, Ei, I think we've done what we could for now. Let's go."

Eijun stood, holding out his hand for Kazuya, who took it. Standing, he slid his arm around Eijun's neck, tucking him close to his side.

Eijun wrapped his arm around Kazuya's waist, and holding tightly to each other, they walked to the blanket under the stars.

From: Me(catch4me .jp)

To: BastardKazuya(miyukik )

Kazuya-

This is something else I think we've neglected. We've not been emailing like we used to, and I miss it, so I'm going to start it up again.

I know I'm sleeping with you tonight, but I still think this is important.

Thank you for the star watching party tonight, it was awesome.

The hot chocolate and cupcakes were great—I told you it was a good idea to make friends with the cafeteria ladies.

The fact that you remembered something we used to do, that it was important enough to you to remember, is amazing.

I love you.

I don't know that anyone's ever told you that enough.

I love you.

You are a wonderful person.

You are.

It doesn't mean you're not a manipulative tanuki and a shitty senpai, because you are.

But you're also a great person and a great friend.

I don't know if you'll see this tonight, but I'm running in the morning if you want to join me. I'll even leave my tire in the shed if you do.

Something you don't know about me:

I honestly can't think of a thing. If I do, I'll let you know.

Sleep well, Kazuya-senpai.

I love you.

Eijun