Putting the lid back on the bottle of water, Kengo glanced back up as Ryusei as he worked with it, looking a bit unsure as to whether he wanted to answer the question or not. His hesitation was enough of a sign of what he'd been thinking about doing, if nothing else. He knew that Gentarou wouldn't need Fire. They hadn't needed it for awhile. The problem was that there was always a chance of an enemy they would need it against and Kengo was well-known for his tendency to be over-prepared for any situation.
"I trust you, but I'd still rather be there..." Kengo trailed off. He knew how it sounded. It sounded like, 'I don't trust you.' To a degree, there might have still been lingering feelings of distrust towards Ryusei, but most of the issue was on Kengo himself. The rest of the club looking down on him for being unable to keep up had always been something that worried him. He hated being weak -- no one needed to tell him he wasn't, because he already knew otherwise.
Putting his bottle of water on the bedside table next to the Switch, Kengo put his hands back down on the side of the bed and pushed himself to stand. "It shouldn't take more than a--"
Even before Kengo could finish his sentence, his body fought back against him for pushing too hard. The familiar sharp pain rang through his head, a soft gasp leaving him as the pain took his breath. As it did every time he tried to push himself, his body gave out, knees failing him as he started to slip to the floor.
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"I trust you, but I'd still rather be there..." Kengo trailed off. He knew how it sounded. It sounded like, 'I don't trust you.' To a degree, there might have still been lingering feelings of distrust towards Ryusei, but most of the issue was on Kengo himself. The rest of the club looking down on him for being unable to keep up had always been something that worried him. He hated being weak -- no one needed to tell him he wasn't, because he already knew otherwise.
Putting his bottle of water on the bedside table next to the Switch, Kengo put his hands back down on the side of the bed and pushed himself to stand. "It shouldn't take more than a--"
Even before Kengo could finish his sentence, his body fought back against him for pushing too hard. The familiar sharp pain rang through his head, a soft gasp leaving him as the pain took his breath. As it did every time he tried to push himself, his body gave out, knees failing him as he started to slip to the floor.