Suna's brows knotted, noticing the bother clouding Sakuno's expression. He turned from the retreating figure of Ryoma to the brunette beside him.
"Let's go?" Sakuno said with a forced smile, adjusting the strap of her purse for good measure.
"How about Echizen-san?"
Sakuno turned to the handsome young man, her eyes reflected hurt for a second, before she grinned.
"He has a match today." She explained. "So, it'll just be us."
"Alright." Suna said nothing further and boarded the train to Kyoto. Sakuno followed behind him.
It was later in the bullet train that Suna's eyes widened in surprise. Catching his gaze, Sakuno looked away and immediately wiped the stray tear that fell from the corner of her tired eyes.
"I'm sorry." She said, straightening up on her seat. "It's just that," She laughed, suddenly feeling ridiculous. "We've fought before but, with him being back in Japan, it's the first time we argued in person."
"Here." Suna offered his unused handkerchief. His tone was consoling.
"Thank you." The brunette bowed, taking the item, and completely wiped away her tears. "He wanted me to watch his match instead of Takeo-san's."
Suna smiled.
"I figured."
Sakuno laughed, for real this time.
"If I think about it, maybe you are right." She mused and smiled at the thought. "My relationship is pretty ridiculous after all. We've broken up a couple of times online too." Then, she added in dejection. "Maybe I'm a fool," And turning to the handsome young man beside her. "For being in a relationship."
It was Suna's turn to look away.
"You're just saying that." He said. The sullen brunette sighed.
"I know." She turned her gaze to the horizon outside the window. "Don't worry though." Sakuno smiled. "We'll always find a way."
Suna replied with an understanding smile.
"Do your best."