[And Ushijima, polite and considerate of others' time as always, shows up to the station's east exit fifteen minutes earlier than intended. He's dressed in clean, casual clothes -- something he could freely move in and wouldn't mind dirtying up, but also something that would like presentable and nice. Just because he's helping a friend with gardening, it doesn't mean he can't look his best. At least, that's what he tells himself as he spends a good chunk of time trying to pick out what to wear.
He's mildly surprised to find Sakusa had arrived to the station first. As crowded as train stations tend to be, volleyball players tend to stick out due to their height. A benefit, he supposes.
Tucking his phone away, he approaches, confident but still careful, as he's well aware of how much Sakusa dislikes crowds.]
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He's mildly surprised to find Sakusa had arrived to the station first. As crowded as train stations tend to be, volleyball players tend to stick out due to their height. A benefit, he supposes.
Tucking his phone away, he approaches, confident but still careful, as he's well aware of how much Sakusa dislikes crowds.]
I hope I haven't kept you waiting long.