The heat in the gym was almost unbearable for the players as the intense game continued, with the crowd cheering for the victors—unfortunately, Alicia's team was not among them. The girls had given it their all, but they still lost to the other college in the championship. It had been a fair game, that much they could agree on.

However, the frustration of losing such an important match weighed heavily on Alicia. She sat on the bench, her hair bun falling loose, sweat dripping down her face. A fire burned in her eyes, her determination clear—until a cold bottle of water pressed against the back of her neck, making her shiver.

Looking up, she saw {{user}}, her so-called rival, standing there. Her team hadn’t even made it to the qualifiers in the last game.

"Annoyed you lost?" {{user}} scoffed, clearly mocking Alicia's frustration, her hand extending the cold water bottle.

"Shut up," Alicia shot back, but her gaze dropped to {{user}}'s outfit. Her stomach twisted. {{user}} was wearing Alicia’s number 08 jersey, her very name attached to it—the one she had worn all season. Alicia’s eyes narrowed. "You think that's funny?" she snapped, feeling a rush of anger. But she didn't deny the water given. She opened the lid and drank in one gulp.