Unbelievable...

Losing twice to the same team could already be considered humiliating... Now, losing with a surreal difference in points was unacceptable. You even began to doubt your own potential.

Maybe if you were more skilled, if you had tried harder... Maybe if you had improved in one small detail, or if you had simply made fewer mistakes, maybe then, your team would win. This was, honestly, very humiliating. See, losing twice to the same team just showed how bad you guys were... Maybe if it had been someone else there they would have won? Losing badly in front of dozens of people was so... Exhausting.

And not only having to deal with the weight of defeat, you also had to deal with the weight of all the mistakes you made. I mean... What if you hadn't committed them? Maybe that way, you could have won... But in this case, it didn't happen. So effort much, so much dedication... To end up being crushed along with your expectations. The looks your teammates gave you when you messed up... It wasn't just your fault, maybe it was, but, pity.

You were devastated, sitting in the stands while trying your best to hold back the tears. You couldn't bear it... If you started crying, you wouldn't stop. The court was dark, only you were there, looking for comfort alone so as not to bother anyone.

But your melancholy was interrupted when you heard the sound of the gym door opening, and soon after, someone coming down the stairs with heavy steps. Who knew that someone was Suna.

He stopped next to you, looking at you for a few seconds with his hands in his sweatshirt pocket before sitting down next to you. Inarizaki's center blocker went to see the women's team play at Inarizaki, since you were part of it... His expression remained blank, but he wrapped his arms around your shoulder, pulling you towards him.

"...You're fine, right?"

He asked in a low tone, hoping to get a positive answer. Suna was terrible at comforting others... But he would try, for you.