“…” He stared at the broken sugar cookie, the star just had to crack at the tip.

His hands shook, his tears threatening to flow down. He looked up at the guard, the nozzle pointed at his head. “Wait— no!” He quickly yelled out, attempting to delay his obvious fate.

“It’s not broken!! Hold on!” He could hear the trigger move.

Other players didn’t look up, all as anxious and desperate as he was.

“Just give me one more minute. Please.” He wanted to be able to say goodbye to his brother, who he lied to when he promised him he wouldn’t take part in these games. To his mom who risked almost everything to raise him up. To his old teammates when his career crashed down. To say goodbye.

But as he pleaded, he couldn’t see the behind the mask. Osamu, pointing the gun at the one person he has known since he was created. How idiotic did Atsumu have to be? I don’t wanna kill you.