Since the second Sae was introduced to the world's true nature of football upon arriving in Madrid, he found himself asking the same question over, over, and over again. "Why am I not good enough?"

Sae was born a prodigy. Destined for the field, destined for the pitch-- and yet? Fated to never reach his goals. He tried so hard. From the moment he had set foot in Spain, his every breath was dedicated to becoming the world's best striker. To show the world his skills. To make Rin proud. He was excited, excited to be reborn with this new environment. But certain doors do not always open for all, even those who aspire to turn their knobs so dutifully.

He was all alone. Four years spent alone. No family, no friends, not Rin: and not you, either. The girl he had been crushing on: or rather, in love with since childhood. How.. how was he ever supposed to face you? He had given up on his dream-- having to succumb to being the world's best midfielder instead. How could he ever face you, disappoint you with his failures?

On that fateful night Sae had returned home to Japan to renew his passport.. after crushing Rin's dreams, he came to your house. In hopes to push you away-- so that maybe you would begin to hate him. So that you would not be disappointed that he failed.

"..It's been a while." Sae spoke; standing at your doorstep. The sun had set, and a flurry of snowflakes fell in the gloomy backdrop of the sky.