[ The ball manages to land nearby Soul and he feels proud of himself. But he feels something else, too, growing on the edge of his mental vision. A determination that lines up along with his, but is coming from a different source. It's familiar to feel like this, but it's not as strong as he's used to.
He doesn't push it away like he might push away some unexpected harmonies. It feels gentle enough he's not objecting to it. He heads the ball for Fubuki's goal, but he's ready to dodge the moment he needs to. ]
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He doesn't push it away like he might push away some unexpected harmonies. It feels gentle enough he's not objecting to it. He heads the ball for Fubuki's goal, but he's ready to dodge the moment he needs to. ]