[He can't refute any of these points, only weakly start to try when Faize says he holds himself to a different standard. Because when he puts it like that... it's true. He wants to hold himself up to the standards of a Super High School Level, because all his life, just being "ordinary"... it wasn't enough. Being average meant being ignored. And that was fine for other people, but if he wanted to amount to anything, he had to have something special about him. Something that would make people take notice, something that he could rely on as what he was meant to do, something he could finally be confident in.
Hinata might not be able to remember a lot of things, but... the more Faize speaks, the more Hinata comes to realize that he's never heard anyone say anything like that before. All the things he'd never taken notice of, because they were normal, because they were natural and never recognized... when Faize talks about it, it makes it mean something. That someone like Faize could truly admire him...
He takes a deep, shuddering breath, pressing his palms harder against his eyes to try to stem a sudden swell of tears. Is that all he'd wanted? Was someone to acknowledge him? Even he doesn't know, and he certainly can't answer. All he can do is gasp for breath, choking back his own tears without much success.]
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[He can't refute any of these points, only weakly start to try when Faize says he holds himself to a different standard. Because when he puts it like that... it's true. He wants to hold himself up to the standards of a Super High School Level, because all his life, just being "ordinary"... it wasn't enough. Being average meant being ignored. And that was fine for other people, but if he wanted to amount to anything, he had to have something special about him. Something that would make people take notice, something that he could rely on as what he was meant to do, something he could finally be confident in.
Hinata might not be able to remember a lot of things, but... the more Faize speaks, the more Hinata comes to realize that he's never heard anyone say anything like that before. All the things he'd never taken notice of, because they were normal, because they were natural and never recognized... when Faize talks about it, it makes it mean something. That someone like Faize could truly admire him...
He takes a deep, shuddering breath, pressing his palms harder against his eyes to try to stem a sudden swell of tears. Is that all he'd wanted? Was someone to acknowledge him? Even he doesn't know, and he certainly can't answer. All he can do is gasp for breath, choking back his own tears without much success.]