The Secret Turf

Five hours before the trio's first battle. 

Kamiya got up from his seat and rushed to the cafeteria counter. He spotted Hitori standing in the line for the third round of mocktails. Kamiya thought Hitori was addicted to drinking mocktails till he found himself craving mocktails. 

'Better than cocktails.' They were getting nervous with the passing time and needed something to calm their nerves. Mocktails were better than Cocktails. 

Kamiya slid on the polished floor, his long coat swiping past his knees as he came to a stop.

"Hitori." He panted. Kamiya extended his hand to grab Hitori's shoulder. 

Hitori was easy to spot in the crowd. Wearing a dark navy blue jacket over a black T-shirt. Always the same. But today he wore black jeans beneath. 

Hitori turned his head, his hair blew from his eyes and his hood fell down when Kamiya tugged his jacket from the shoulders.