[ Yagyuu also can't deny the excitement bubbling up somewhere in his chest, even if it was completely masked over by his usual visage. There was just something about playing Niou... Something about playing tennis with the person who inspired you (or coerced you, perhaps one in the same) that made it infinitely more vivid. He closes his eyes momentarily as he bends his knees, once he feels the timing is right, he opens his eyes and delivers his serve.
And he feels like he can breathe again and that his breath is clear and even for the first time since arriving in this hell hole. ]
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And he feels like he can breathe again and that his breath is clear and even for the first time since arriving in this hell hole. ]