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Salty tears dribble down the giant, first-year, of Nekoma’s face as he clasps his bags. Leaving the gym to get home to his soft, comforting, stuffed toy kitty is all he can focus on.
Though most practices usually tamper down his morale at the hands of Kenma’s dirty looks and missing the ball more often than not, today was exponentially bad, and Lev is regressing by the second.
Stumbling out the doorway, he collides with his setter, Kemna. The way the grown-out blonde tenses; Lev can already tell that he’s going to be ridiculed. Tears slip faster down his face like a slip and slide, and before Kenma can get any words out, he is full-on blubbering.
The setter is stun when looking up to see the first-year and team’s regressor bawling. “Bend down a little bit,” Kenma mumbles loud enough for the giant to hear.
Lev bends down to Kenma’s height without showing any signs of agreement, almost jumping back when a thumb smoothes over his under eyes.
“No more tears,”
Sniffling, Lev returns to his original height, fully regressed and extremely confused.
“Get home safe, Lev,” With that, Kenma leaves the gym.
Lev Haiba is terribly confused.