/// 3

"Shibuya…" Kakei started. "Did you forget to clean up the club room?"

She looked up from her mobile phone. "Like hell I did. I spent hours on it."

She knew she wasn't exactly an expert on cleaning, though, so she wasn't surprised he didn't notice.

"Oh," he scratched the back of his neck uncomfortably. "Well… umm… good job on the floor."

"Mizumachi mopped it," she told truthfully, "so tell him instead."

Kakei pretended he didn't hear that.

"So… where's the info on Hashiratani?"

"Umm…. I was so sure that I put it on the table…"

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"Everybody started changing their clothes already. You should too."

Kakei turned away from the sheets of paper he was holding – (upon closer inspection, it was data on Hashiratani's matches in the Spring Tournament. Apparently, he managed to find it himself) – "I want to look through these first. We're going to face them when the Autumn Tournament starts."

"Hmph, they're just a bunch of football-obsessed losers," she mumbled, as the writing "Message Sent" appeared on the screen of her mobile phone.

Kakei frowned disapprovingly. "If you put it that way, then I guess I'm one of those football-obsessed losers. So are the determined people in our team. Would you say that they don't play football well? "

Shibuya merely gave out a "tch" before reading the reply to her SMS.

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"Syaa! Kakei! You should hurry up and change!" Mizumachi yelled, as he burst through the door.

"WAHH!"

Shibuya, surprised at his sudden arrival (or maybe it was just because he was only in his boxers), let her mobile phone fall out of her hand – just like the sheets of paper that Kakei was holding previously.

They both picked up the fallen objects embarrassedly.

"Hurry, Kakei! Change your clothes because you definitely stink!"

"Rather than that, you should put on some clothes!" they both yelled with flushed faces.

Shibuya flushed once more, but she wasn't sure why.

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"Kakei…"

"Hm?"

"You should go home now. I know that you've changed your clothes already, but… everyone else already went."

"Aren't you going home, Shibuya?" he asked. "It's getting dark outside."

She crossed her leg, and folded her arms.

"My parents aren't even home yet," she scoffed. "In fact, if they are home, they wouldn't notice if I'm not home yet."

"That's not the problem," he replied, not taking his eye off whatever he was concentrating on (and whatever it was, it was emitting strange squeaky noises).

"Kakei." She uncrossed her leg, stood up, and tried to get a closer look at what he was doing.

"What are you doing?"

"Wiping the dust off the table. It seems that you forgot to do so while you were cleaning up this afternoon. It's an easy thing to miss."

"…"

Maybe it would've been better if she didn't ask.

"Hm? What's wrong?"

"Nothing," she said dryly, but Kakei didn't catch the sarcasm in her voice either.