He's not one for sports at all. The only sports that the television has ever been tuned to at home is the occasional poker championship. Off season for the Football team means other clubs can invade the field and surrounding bleachers. Of course clubs like track and volleyball are out and about, but the drama club is also just about done painting banners for the next production. Normally they might do this on the stage, but the nice weather and massive size have made the grass outside an easier alternative to clean up.
Everything has gone well, and he's been waiting around on his own for the last banner to dry. Akira is putting some cleaned brushes away in a tackle box when a football flies wide to his left and bounces haphazardly along the bleachers.
He watches the ball come to a stop, then turns his attention out to the field. One lone jock practicing his kicks. It's not even a LCHS uniform.
"You know there's no net to catch those if you're going to just kick in any direction." Akira calls, standing to retrieve the ball, pausing just long enough to nudge the dried banner over in a gentle fold, just in case the kicker's aim doesn't improve.
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He's not one for sports at all. The only sports that the television has ever been tuned to at home is the occasional poker championship. Off season for the Football team means other clubs can invade the field and surrounding bleachers. Of course clubs like track and volleyball are out and about, but the drama club is also just about done painting banners for the next production. Normally they might do this on the stage, but the nice weather and massive size have made the grass outside an easier alternative to clean up.
Everything has gone well, and he's been waiting around on his own for the last banner to dry. Akira is putting some cleaned brushes away in a tackle box when a football flies wide to his left and bounces haphazardly along the bleachers.
He watches the ball come to a stop, then turns his attention out to the field. One lone jock practicing his kicks. It's not even a LCHS uniform.
"You know there's no net to catch those if you're going to just kick in any direction." Akira calls, standing to retrieve the ball, pausing just long enough to nudge the dried banner over in a gentle fold, just in case the kicker's aim doesn't improve.