[As soon as the ball makes contact with Kakeru's arms, the first thing that crosses his mind is: "This is definitely revenge for that time with the football." In an instant, his arms smack him painfully on the face from the sheer force of the ball's throw. He never expected Yuki to throw it that hard.
The ball bounces onto the floor and Kakeru peels his arms apart, moving one to rub against the sore spot on his face. Hell, even his arms hurt from that move right now.
But even with a hand covering his face, and even with his arms burning from the pain, he is able to lift a hand up with a thumbs up directed at Yuki.]
I WAS JUST COVERING MY BASES, MAN. GEEZ.
The ball bounces onto the floor and Kakeru peels his arms apart, moving one to rub against the sore spot on his face. Hell, even his arms hurt from that move right now.
But even with a hand covering his face, and even with his arms burning from the pain, he is able to lift a hand up with a thumbs up directed at Yuki.]
GOOD JOB, RED! You make me proud!