More people pour onto the train and Kita nudges over. Making room.

"Now..."

It's fair to ask. Kita's run out the clock with volleyball.

Time to think of the next stage

He's pressed shoulder to shoulder with Osamu and smells something... familiar? Clean. A scent he knows Osamu carries on him, probably a soap or shampoo. The detail clicks. Turns a thought loose, and Kita realizes he's happy.

"Now I feel the same. Even without playin', I wanna see what you do next. Still be friends."