Those answers made even less sense to Eiji. If something was fun, wouldn’t Oikawa want to do it again? It was why Eiji had gotten so good at drawing. He did it for himself, and because it brought him joy even when he was a very beginner. The only time he had ever slowed down was when something bad had happened in his life. He even drew when he was sick, falling asleep at his desk surrounded by pens and paper and the latest issue of Shounen Jack.
If anything had happened to make Oikawa not want to play on the team... was it something that bad?
“I think... Oikawa-sensei should do what’s best for Oikawa-sensei,” Eiji agreed, even if he did hope the other boy would choose to join the team. “You should pick what makes you happiest.”
As for what club Eiji would join, that answer came with much less contemplation.
“Manga club.” He looked a little brighter just saying it. “Although... I don’t know if there is one. I’ll start one.”
He did prefer not to be around too many people, but usually manga clubs were small and had friendly students in them. Eiji may have become a pro at a young age, but it was still important to learn from others, too. And it was easier to talk to fellow artists sometimes.
“You said you were captain at your old school; how do you run a club? Oh, a team is probably different.” But how different, Eiji had no clue. He’d always been so solitary until Shounen Jack had brought him on board. “You still must love something a lot to be the leader.”