kotetsuhaga:

     “don’t act like i haven’t been either,” kotetsu combats with a wave of his finger, “though, your line of work seems a bit more…dignified, hah. i spend eight hours under the hood of a car, usually.” kotetsu did work a lot, but he didn’t mind it. it actually helped keep him busy, occupied. the more time he had to himself the more obsessed he’d feel over not doing anything after graduating. 

     well, no he’s done something. 

     “what made you get into that line of work anyway? i know you talked about sports medicine and stuff but…seems like a hard thing to get into.”

     “ah, i never said you weren’t!” izumo shoots back, though it’s with a grin. taking a moment, he surveys their surroundings, before flicking his gaze back to kotetsu. “i don’t go to this place often, and it’s a little bit of a walk, but i think we’ll be okay. it’s a nice night.” and it is: cool, though not enough for extra layers. a spring evening.

      “dignified, huh? i have to contort myself into various positions in front of a room of strangers. not really sure that’s dignified.” a moment of thought. “in yoga pants, no less. still, there’s dignity in what you do, too. everyone needs a good mechanic.”

     another roll of his shoulders, coming to halt as the pedestrian light in front o them flashes an orange hand. “y’know, i was pretty weak in high school, so i started working out… one thing led to another, i guess. and now i teach yoga.” he laughs, gently. “what about you? what led you to pursue a career in sugar?”