[ Makoto's usually arrow-straight when it comes to focus in a competitive event-- so it's a little strange that she feels an urge, no matter how slight, to check on her fellow competitor.
It's just a glance, managed in between her own strokes, but what she sees is enough to almost make her stop entirely. It's hard to get a decent look at him, but-- had she imagined it?
There's something painfully desperate about him.
... No, she thinks (hopes), maybe she's wrong. First things first, though: finish this race.
But even as she speeds up, there's that concern unfurling in her chest. ]
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It's just a glance, managed in between her own strokes, but what she sees is enough to almost make her stop entirely. It's hard to get a decent look at him, but-- had she imagined it?
There's something painfully desperate about him.
... No, she thinks (hopes), maybe she's wrong. First things first, though: finish this race.
But even as she speeds up, there's that concern unfurling in her chest. ]