drabbles100 challenge; Kawamura-centric
theme # 96: writer's choice
MamSushi (onesided); G
Every time Kawamura watches Kaidou during the ranking matches, he finds himself gripping the chain-link fence so tightly, his fingertips turn white.
He doesn't need to hear the referee's calls or follow the ball to know that Kaidou is going to win, is going to devastate his opponent. It is something in the way Kaidou moves, a lithe, feral grace similar to Akutsu's. Kawamura can see the muscles in Kaidou's arms and legs—sharply defined from endless training—tense before each lunge, yet each move looks effortless, an easy swipe that sends the ball sailing back across the net. It is something in Kaidou's always-intense eyes that changes when he steps onto the court. His curled eyebrows pull down, his dark green eyes follow every twitch of his opponent with a piercing glare.
Every time Kawamura watches Kaidou during the ranking matches, he finds himself subjected to Inui's subtly disapproving, subtly possessive stare. Every time, Kawamura shamefacedly trudges away to watch Fuji instead.