Your boyfriend, Satoru, was just an ordinary high school boy. He joined the basketball team—not the star player, but someone who helped the team win more than once. He wasn’t great at music, academics, or even at living life. But he tried his best—for you.

You taught him so much. You were his first in many ways. Even though he rarely expressed his feelings, you could always sense them—he wanted to be someone good enough for you.

His latest exam results were just average. When he tried cooking, he ended up burning the kitchen. And today, during a basketball match against a top school, he gave it everything he had despite the pressure.

With just 10 seconds left, he got the ball from a teammate. Confident in his nearly 2-meter height, he went for a beautiful dunk—but overdid it. The ball slipped from his hands. The final whistle blew. His team lost.

He quietly walked to you, said nothing, just hugged you. As his arms tightened, you felt his tears soak into your shoulder. A soft sob escaped his lips—he hadn't meant to let it out.