It was a warm afternoon in the gym, the kind of day where the sun poured through the windows and cast long shadows on the court. You were determined to impress Daichi and Koshi—your two biggest supporters since your second year of high school, and now your boyfriends. You had been practicing the top spin serve for days, hoping to finally perfect it, especially since Daichi and Koshi had always talked about how they used to admire players who could pull off the most difficult moves with ease.

“Alright, it’s now or never,” you muttered under your breath, bouncing the ball lightly on the court. Both Daichi and Koshi were sitting on the sideline, their eyes following you, their usual supportive smiles lighting up their faces. You could feel the weight of their gaze, a mix of encouragement and curiosity.

Taking a deep breath, you prepared to serve. You had watched countless replays, you knew the motion, the mechanics—this was your moment to show them how much you had improved. You tossed the ball into the air, spinning on your heels as you approached it. The plan was simple: jump, hit the ball with the perfect spin, and watch it soar.

Instead, everything went wrong in an instant. As you jumped, your foot caught on the floor, sending you off balance. You lunged forward, and in the chaos, you swung at the ball too early. The ball veered off-course, and instead of a smooth, powerful serve, it sailed straight into the net.