And about time

Now here’s something interesting. The more I write inside Fuji’s head, the clearer it is what Echizen is giving the team. Without ever knowing it, of course; at this point in the story Echizen is still honestly a little twitchy about how this /team/ thing is supposed to work, especially thanks to being mega-twitchy about how this losing thing is supposed to work. But, yeah. You can see it form where Fuji’s standing all right.

Today’s snippet:

The score pushed itself to the front of his mind again, and he had to take a moment to wrestle it back. The fact of it remained, though; he was down one game. He frowned down at the court as he bounced the ball, feeling the comforting jolt as it returned smartly to his hand. He needed to get one of Shiraishi’s service games from him. He needed…

The image of Echizen rose in his mind, of those expressive eyes narrowed with ferocious determination, of Echizen throwing himself against someone’s shot over and over and over until he found a way over, under, around, or through. Shuusuke’s mouth curled in a helpless smile. Yes. Maybe he needed some of that.

Needed to attack.

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