[ The knots in Yaku's stomach, meanwhile, only tighten, and were he the type to run he'd surely have bolted out the door by now. There's no mistaking it. Sure, they're older now, out of university and expected to be full-fledged adults, but that voice (and that smile) is still so distinctly Sugawara. Yaku never really forgot him, despite the time that'd passed since their respective third years of high school - he and Nishinoya left quite an impression, and at times he caught himself wondering how they were doing. But to see him again, and now of all times?
Well. It's certainly a stroke of luck. Good or bad, there's still some time to figure that out.
Before he could get too lost in the past, though, a little tug on his sleeve reminds him why he's here in the first place. Right. Kaori. His mind buzzes with multiple things he can say to Sugawara (to his daughter's new teacher, presumably), but when he gets to the desk only one word manages to get past his lips, in a tone filled with both surprise and hesitancy: ] Suga-kun?
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Well. It's certainly a stroke of luck. Good or bad, there's still some time to figure that out.
Before he could get too lost in the past, though, a little tug on his sleeve reminds him why he's here in the first place. Right. Kaori. His mind buzzes with multiple things he can say to Sugawara (to his daughter's new teacher, presumably), but when he gets to the desk only one word manages to get past his lips, in a tone filled with both surprise and hesitancy: ] Suga-kun?