Kuguri's eyes flickered to the gym's floor, blowing out a soft, tired exhale.

Right now, he had twisted his ankle, being forced to sit out for this practice game. He didn't mind as much, but looked at the game once a while.

You were one of the managers on the Nohebi team, wrapping his ankle in a brace-like bandage. You two didn't say a word to each other, making it awfully awkward.

Yet, you saw him glancing at you often, like he wanted to say something, but he kept his mouth closed.