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“Eugene,” said Melodie. “You make the best protein shakes I ever tasted. You’re a loyal friend, and you are right about many things. Including hypertrophy specific training. I won’t forget you.”
Get this—he asked if my dad would be mad at me for not fencing. Like, why would my dad blame me for being sick?”
“I hate everything that’s happening,” Seiji informed Dante. “Don’t you?” “Nope,” said Dante, smiling over at Bobby.
Nicholas came over and slumped gracelessly onto the bench beside Seiji. Almost everyone at the party was wearing some type of formal wear, except for Nicholas, who was wearing ripped black jeans and his Kings Row hoodie. He was drumming his fingers on the surface of the picnic table. He was an irritating mess, and no doubt he would soon pester Seiji into engaging in another uncomfortable social activity. Overall, Seiji found this to be a pleasant party.
“Hey, Aiden,” said Harvard. “I love you.”
You were always just there. I could look at you every day, the same way I can look at the stars every day. I never had to think about how much I wanted to look.” “I don’t—I don’t understand.” Aiden sounded fraught. “What are you saying?” “I love you.” Desperate to avoid any further terrible and painful confusion, frantic to get it all out, Harvard clarified: “I’m in love with you.”
“I do,” said Harvard. “I really do. I’m so sorry, I wish I was saying it better. I’m not great at making speeches. But I’m good at meaning them. I love you so much. If I meant it less, I could have told you before.”
“I love you back. I loved you first. You’re not going anywhere. You’re never getting rid of me now.”
“Don’t I?” Aiden drawled, and the amusement was back in his voice. “Harvard. Harvard. Harvard. I love you.”
“Why…” Harvard swallowed. “Why did you always send me postcards when you went away, that said, Thinking of you?” “Because I’m always thinking about you,” Aiden answered.
“We’ll get up and do all the training exercises you learned here every day in Kings Row,” said Seiji. Nicholas grinned. “Wouldn’t do it for anything except fencing. And you.”
“You’re my match,” said Nicholas. “You’re the match I’m going to win someday. The one I’m looking forward to the most.”
“And you all… believe that,” Aiden said slowly. Coach Robillard gave an expressive shrug. “Of course I wouldn’t with anyone else, but I remember training this kid last year. This is Seiji Katayama.” “Yes,” said Seiji. “I’m Seiji Katayama.”
