That's what I say too. If they can handle playing when this whole place is full, then they can handle practicing when I'm sitting up here minding my own business. [ He laughs, loud enough that the coach on the field sends the pair a quick glare before returning to addressing the team.

Once Izumi settles himself one row lower, Noah leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees, his chin balanced on both of his hands as he peers curiously at whatever the other boy is working on.]

Homework for what?

[ Not that he's particularly academic, but.... what the hell? Maybe it'll actually be something he recognizes. ]