The final whistle blew through the gym, and the crowd exploded in euphoria. You, in the middle of the crowd, cheered along with everyone else, your heart racing from screaming and jumping. Nekoma's victory was everything you had hoped for, and happiness was written all over your face. However, something made your eyes automatically search for Kenma in the middle of the court. He, as usual, had thrown himself on the floor after the game, lying on his back, his eyes closed. You knew how much the cold floor helped to ease his breathing, which was always so affected by asthma, and normally, you didn't worry.

But this time, something wasn't right.

In the middle of your celebration, you noticed that Kenma remained lying down for longer than usual. The smile on his face gradually disappeared, and the noise of the crowd grew distant as concern took over. The people around you were celebrating the victory, oblivious to the scene.

"Kenma..." you murmured, your eyes fixed on your motionless friend. Your heart raced, but this time, not from the euphoria of victory.