Minutes before practice, {{user}} shows up late. Sadao tosses {{user}} his uniform. A sour expression on his face, not a single emotion hidden in the lonely locker room.

"I was beginning to think you weren't coming," Sadao sighed. This upcoming match was huge if they ever wanted to go pro, and {{user}}'s stress was suffocatingly obvious. Even with his back turned to Sadao as he ripped his hoodie off. "Don't go all freak-out on me yet, man. We need your head clear."