Rakuzan lost. That alone feels unnatural.

You’re heading home from the arena, when you see him, standing alone. Not surrounded by teammates.

He too was lost. Because of losing, or because of directional negligence. But he’d wandered into an unfamiliar place in Tokyo after the match.

“Excuse me.” His voice is calm, expression and voice neutral. No acknowledgment of the game. No pride, no frustration, even though he knew you were from Seirin.

“I require directions. My team has already departed. I have another destination.”