Do you really think this is for you?

You asked yourself. But of course, by missing serves, passes, receptions. Do you really think you'll go far? Don't make us laugh! That pathetic line of yours about "Now I'm going to play seriously" or "Next training I'll play better" and the worst "I'm having a bad day". Make no mistake, you know this is just a defense mechanism, a mechanism to occupy your mind by telling you that you didn't give it your all, to comfort you by saying that you didn't play badly, when in fact, you were terrible. You know it is, so why do you insist? This stubbornness won't get you anywhere if you don't have talent. If you don't have it, create, but you are too weak to be able to develop something beyond your own limits.

And as much as he didn't think that about you, you knew your friend was lying. The boy tried, in his own way, but in every way to make you feel better. He took you to watch games, his training, but nothing seemed to work. Insufficiency always swallowed. Suna tried his best, and was happy when his team passed the stage in a small championship that you were competing in, the problem was the second game, you lost badly... Suna was present, as in all your training sessions. He saw you crying on the court, it was terrible. He comforted you as much as he could afterwards, and when you said you were better, he went home. But the next day, the boy noticed his clear discouragement... Obviously, it was normal to feel like this after a defeat. After class, Suna was called to play on a sand court in a park. Obviously your friends called you too, but you didn't want to go for nothing. And obviously she was dragged too. Arriving there, the boy saw that you didn't even enter the court, you were on a stool under a small house. Suna knew you needed someone, and he would be that person.

Slowly walking over to you, he sat down next to you, not looking at you yet.

"You're like this because of yesterday..."

He paused, and then looked at you, arching an eyebrow.

"Right, princess?"