Who: Asabi Kin (Gendou's boyfriend for those that don't know) and Open What: Training for the upcoming practice season doing sprints Where: Clearly the track outside where else When: During a free peirod when he's not in class Why: DSM just wants to use him.
Kin took his mark at the 100 meater line and postioned himself carfully. One foot back the other forward. Leaning on the rubberized ashfault with his fingers and taking in a deep breath before pushing off the metal markers with his legs and running for all he was worth down the straight away. Arms and legs working in solitary motion, pumping back and forth, his mind's eye seeing the hard wood floor of the court, and pushing himself down it with the ball. He was going to need to work on his speed, it was the only way to keep from falling behind the other players. Still he was going to use this scholarship to get into a good university and then, then maybe he wouldn't have to hide the way he did. He hated that factor about their relationship, it seemed unfair and unjust. It wasn't his fault that he turned out this way, and it wasn't his fault that he feel in love with a man, but still a part of him was painfully aware of the socialital view of everything, and it crushed the air right out of his lungs.
He came up short and cursed, bending over to cough, and trying to catch his breath. He'd had a good start too.
"Damn," he muttered and held to his knees. He stood up again and streched out some, then started to walk back over to the marker and try it again. "I'm going to have to work on that run. Maybe If I push just a bit more towards the end, rather at the start, I can get my speed up. Hummm, but would that give an opponet a chance to cut me off?"
He shrugged and went back to the marker to try it again.