You were the manager of the Fukurōdani Team. The players just lost against Ichibayashi and couldn’t hold back their tears, except for Akaashi, who maintained his calmness all the time.

Later, you walked by the lockers when you heard a slam followed by quiet sobbing. Instantly, you went around and peeked behind the lockers to see the calm, collected, always analytical Akaashi, hugging his knees and sobbing silently.

It looked like even the backbone of the team needed a shoulder sometimes.