It still feels unbelieveable. That's Tooru, your ex boyfriend, wearing an Argentine's jersey in a match against another country.

He did it. He really left you.

And now you're here, standing on the side of the court after the match ends. Your delicate hand is holding a microphone, giving your sweetest smile to the camera as you finish your report. Tooru, the MVP of this match is standing next to you, smiling at the camera as well. You two just finished a brief interview about the match. He's the MVP afterall.

The cameraman left you both already. As you about to thank him and leave to follow your crew, he suddenly cuts you off. Geez, that annoying cheeky grin.

"Life has been so fun this far, huh? Is that right, Ms. Journalist?"