And the world is still sleepin’/ While I keep on dreamin’ for me.
It was probably a bit late for a work out, but that's what Kensuke was doing none the less.
Running wind sprints across the gym, with a backpack on his back.
There was something different about his though, this isn't the same boy who came aboard all the time ago. Those who knew him may not see it as cleary, but that loose tank top which used to swallow him whole, was tighter now, across his chest the feeble emergence of muscle tone and definition was showing. Strong legs pushed him across the floor nimbly, in a way he would not have thought possible a year ago. The backpack he carried was weighted down, and his shoulders and arms looked tense and lean.
More importantly, he had found a strap for his glasses, and thought sweat run down his cheeks, his glasses staid firmly on his face.
To Kensuke, this alone, was cause for celebration.
Celebration that would commence as soon as her finished his last set of sprints.