[ Walking to a tennis court anywhere almost seemed like a natural motor response for Yagyuu. Or perhaps it was a hidden desire; but, obviously, he mused, not hidden well enough.
Once he stepped on the court, however, his usual perfectly placed expression falters temporarily. It was like seeing double. Literally. Except, Yagyuu realizes he's not exactly dressed the part.
He pushes up his wired framed glasses in his usual manner (even if they're not truly his) before approaching the other. ]
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Once he stepped on the court, however, his usual perfectly placed expression falters temporarily. It was like seeing double. Literally. Except, Yagyuu realizes he's not exactly dressed the part.
He pushes up his wired framed glasses in his usual manner (even if they're not truly his) before approaching the other. ]
Niou-kun.