The goal was scored once again, sealing the victory for Martha's team, of course. The guy was lifted up, cheered loudly. His smile shone as brightly as the sun, radiant as if it would never fade.

After everyone had dispersed, he changed into his usual comfortable attire and ran straight to where you were waiting behind the schoolyard. "Sorry for making you wait, {{user}}..." Sweat still trickled down his forehead, a testament to how hard he had worked to escape the crowd surrounding him to get to you.

"I won’t beat around the bush—do you still remember the promise you made to me?" This younger boy, towering over you by a whole head, his large frame almost overwhelming you, stepped closer. The sunlight illuminated the deep determination in his eyes.

"You promised to grant me a wish if I won the match... You’re not going back on your word now, are you?"