2023-03-26, 08:24 AM - Word count:
Squall arrived home in peace. They might've not managed to win the league but they were able to prevent a double from Hollywood, securing a shiny new piece of silverware comfortably on their lap. It was hard to complain about something when you had that sort of thing with you.
Once he could throw himself on the couch, he checked his phone to find a load of messages from friends and the odd supporter here and there. After having been chewed out by the twins who ran the club's fan site one time too many, he decided to actively reply to others more often, even more so now that the season was essentially over and he still had little to do after football stopped.
Things had been going rather well with the wrestling promotion he now owned but that also meant he had even less to do with it, confiding in the efforts of the people who were, you know, actively linked to the business. He'd still have the training, he'd probably play games every now and then and maybe do some of the eventual interviews people requested out of him.
He turned on his television only to find the news talking about a series of murders targeting the elder homeless population in Tokyo proper. It was fair that Squall was never known as someone who had a happy expression on his face that often but if there was one thing that would bring him towards anger, it was this. They caught the culprits, a group of low thugs driven out of the thrill rather than anything bigger deciding they could play God, but that wouldn't make up for those who had been killed.
He sighed, turning off the set. Before he could do anything more violent, he got a message from a familiar name: Yumi, Narazaki's granddaughter. She was inviting him to watch East Tokyo HS' final game of the season, a team she was now captaining as a third-year student. That made him relax, realizing that this was probably another good gesture towards his old mentor.
He'd probably like if he gave her some support... or at least, that's what Squall imagined.
Once he could throw himself on the couch, he checked his phone to find a load of messages from friends and the odd supporter here and there. After having been chewed out by the twins who ran the club's fan site one time too many, he decided to actively reply to others more often, even more so now that the season was essentially over and he still had little to do after football stopped.
Things had been going rather well with the wrestling promotion he now owned but that also meant he had even less to do with it, confiding in the efforts of the people who were, you know, actively linked to the business. He'd still have the training, he'd probably play games every now and then and maybe do some of the eventual interviews people requested out of him.
He turned on his television only to find the news talking about a series of murders targeting the elder homeless population in Tokyo proper. It was fair that Squall was never known as someone who had a happy expression on his face that often but if there was one thing that would bring him towards anger, it was this. They caught the culprits, a group of low thugs driven out of the thrill rather than anything bigger deciding they could play God, but that wouldn't make up for those who had been killed.
He sighed, turning off the set. Before he could do anything more violent, he got a message from a familiar name: Yumi, Narazaki's granddaughter. She was inviting him to watch East Tokyo HS' final game of the season, a team she was now captaining as a third-year student. That made him relax, realizing that this was probably another good gesture towards his old mentor.
He'd probably like if he gave her some support... or at least, that's what Squall imagined.
