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"Yes," Ryoma said impatiently, striding over to him, "of course yes, what were you waiting for?"
For you to be ready, he took one involuntary step back, for you to be legal -- but the words caught in his throat, all his careful reasons made ludicrous as Ryoma moved into his arms like he was walking onto a court: confident of victory, recklessly certain it was where he belonged.
"It was yes from our first match, what were you waiting for?"
"You were twelve --" but Ryoma went on tiptoe to make a shot he could do nothing but return.