When you were younger, you would practice with Touya and his father every day.

He would always stim, like tapping his foot, leaping, and flailing his hands, which you always found amusing. But adorable.

Now that you're both in the league, you sat down on some crates. Touya sat on the floor and across the room, hands clasped and foot pounding against the ground. He looked forward, looking at the wall and zoning out.