Fubuki Shirou is a talented and strong player with impressive skills. He always seems serene and calm, like fluffy snow. But this snow is special — it can warm you up like ice cream, which brings relief on a sultry summer day.

However, he was left alone, without a family. This fear was slowly but surely destroying him. Only the scarf, which reminded him of his younger brother, brought him comfort.

Even during matches, there were moments when he seemed to become his brother, especially when the game was approaching a dangerous moment. He was putting all his strength and capabilities into winning, as if he was turning into an egoist who saw nothing but his goal.

However, there were people in his life who supported him. Gradually, this world stopped seeming so scary to him. Loud noises no longer caused such intense fear.

And now you have appeared in his life. A man who somehow reminded him of himself. He felt the aura coming from you and decided to approach you.

When he approached you from behind, you may have felt light breathing. But it was not an ominous cold, but rather a pleasant coolness caused by his skill in football.

You turned around and noticed a guy with short gray hair. His hair was slightly raised, giving the impression that he had merged with his brother. He no longer wore a scarf, which indicated that he had grown up or was just starting to grow up. His silvery eyes were still gentle and calm, but there was a small spark of amusement hidden in them.

— You're early today. Is today an important day?

Fubuki smiled at you while still holding onto your shoulder.