"Is that him?" Ryoma pointed at the handsome young man with dark brown hair lazily reading a book on one of the tables outside the cafe.
"Hai." Sakuno smiled at him. Then, taking the prodigy's arm, led him away.
"Introduce us." He urged.
"Next time." The prettied-up brunette said. "We'll only disturb his studying. He's taking advanced classes." She finished with a proud grin, internally cheering for her good friend.
"Hn." Ryoma conceded, giving a final glance over to Suna.
As the couple continued to the park, Suna looked up coincidentally, in time to catch Ryoma's eyesight. The tennis pro dipped his head in the slightest in greeting and gratitude (for having taken care of Sakuno in his stead), before leading Sakuno away. Suna wasn't able to return the nod, having been caught off guard. As if Ryoma, present and in all his glory, had been a visage, the quiet student shook his head and returned to his book. He was looking at its words but he couldn't process any of them.
Ryoma had only been a name, a blurry image who simply had been too far from them that he seemed unreal. Seeing him had jolted him to reality. Today, Suna realized that he had to step back and reassess his blossoming friendship with Sakuno.
It was a few days after that Sakuno introduced them.