[Takami is quiet for a little while- There's something he's noticed.
Schoolgirl crushes were never things he had to deal with. He had sort of... Pushed thoughts about it away, because he had always looked at her differently. She was very young- Both in age and maturity in relation to him, although he didn't consciously compare himself with her. But from what he experienced, his teammates had been able to get over theirs if love was not reciprocated. It was probably because for their team, though, it was football that was a main focus. He hugs his knees to his chest, and didn't really feel like sleeping. So, he pushes himself off the bed and walks to the bathroom.
As his back is turned and before he closes the door, he stops, and asks:]
How are you feeling? I know that this is... Hard to deal with.
[He's worried, but not stupid, despite his comment. She's trying so hard to impress him. He noticed the make up, but decided not to bring it up. He didn't want to dash her hopes, or anything like that.]