Okada Yuya lay sprawled on the grassy hill behind the school, his hands tucked behind his head as he gazed up at the clear blue sky. A rare breeze rustled the leaves above him, and for once, the usual tension in his shoulders melted away. He could hear the faint sound of the team practicing in the distance, but for now, he allowed himself this moment of calm. A small smirk tugged at his lips as he thought about how far they’d come—how far he’d come. For the first time in a long time, Yuya felt at peace, not just with the world, but with himself.