"It's not that you're a time-traveler, just that you kinda act like someone from the past. Like upstandin', moral, super polite. It's really charmin', I mean, it's not bad. But sometimes it just feels like.... super human, you know?"
Osamu looks a bit wary. "I'm not too sure I'm explainin' this right. You should ask Aran."
Even Kita can't keep the tone cold enough for a believable scolding. It's just so ridiculous. He's no one but himself. Does that really make such an impression?
"He'd be able to explain it better," Osamu insists. "You're just.... different. Not in a bad way!!" He adds quickly, fearing he might have insulted Kita. "Not in a bad way at all. It's like you're just a good person, way better than most people. And you aren't even tryin' to be. You just are."
Kita's not reaching for better. That sort of battle is for other people. He only wants to set the world in order. Make things feel right. A concept baffling everyone he knows, aside from his grandmother.
Oh well.
Taking mercy, Kita smiles.
"Don't worry. I'll take it as a compliment. Thanks."
"Hadn't thought of that. Guess Aran's the only one who comes over.""
It's true. This is the first hangout in a non-volleyball capacity. Kita can't say he minds. Even with this disruption to the Sunday schedule, the management of yet another crisis.
"So Aran's been here," Osamu mumbles, filing that information away. It's obvious the two upperclassmen are friends, but he and Atsumu have never really been able to tell how deep that friendship runs.
"And you invited him over but not us? Isn't the team captain supposed to be fair and encourage team bondin' and stuff?" He teases, toeing the line of being bratty. Hopefully, anyways.
But there are still reactions. Nuance in tone and expression. Especially in the eyebrows. Which now tilt a fraction, translating into I know you don't mean a word of what you're sayin' you absolute menace to society.
"Does the team need to bond over Advanced Calculus? I'll add it to the schedule."
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"I mean, which is it? Robot or time-traveler? They're completely different genres."
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Osamu looks a bit wary. "I'm not too sure I'm explainin' this right. You should ask Aran."
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Even Kita can't keep the tone cold enough for a believable scolding. It's just so ridiculous. He's no one but himself. Does that really make such an impression?
"Well, glad to hear it's charmin'?"
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Oh well.
Taking mercy, Kita smiles.
"Don't worry. I'll take it as a compliment. Thanks."
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"Good. Uh, you're welcome. I just sort of meant that it's nice to see you at home since it's not school. Away from the team. S'nice."
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It's true. This is the first hangout in a non-volleyball capacity. Kita can't say he minds. Even with this disruption to the Sunday schedule, the management of yet another crisis.
Osamu's good company.
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"And you invited him over but not us? Isn't the team captain supposed to be fair and encourage team bondin' and stuff?" He teases, toeing the line of being bratty. Hopefully, anyways.
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This is mostly true.
But there are still reactions. Nuance in tone and expression. Especially in the eyebrows. Which now tilt a fraction, translating into I know you don't mean a word of what you're sayin' you absolute menace to society.
"Does the team need to bond over Advanced Calculus? I'll add it to the schedule."
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"Well, then, enjoy your special bondin' time with Aran. I'll leave you to it."
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"I enjoy special bondin' time over a lot of things. Like tonight."
Just so Osamu's aware.
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"Thanks again for havin' me over, Kita-san. It really helped."