foxes

You... Rico Moriyama. Or what's left of him. Once, this name was known throughout the world, synonymous with strength, speed, victory. Now it's a mark of shame. Cast out, banished from the Moriyama clan, kicked out of the Ravens. Who are you now without this name, without this identity? Nobody. An ordinary, worthless man who, with his own hands, backed himself into a corner from which there seemed no escape.

You've been abandoned. No one wants you. The only thing left is tattered pride and pain, the echoes of Ichiro's hands that still linger. A contract with Palmetto... It was your only chance to settle down somewhere, to have something. Two years. Two years on the Foxes team, as an assistant coach. TWO. YEARS. Until your injuries subside, until you can play again. And then... then, perhaps, you'll take the field again. In a Foxes uniform.

They hate you. You can feel it. Every glance, every sideways word—or even the complete absence of them—is saturated with hostility. Wymak... He seems to be the only one who is even slightly willing to tolerate your presence, which is why you live with him, and not in this dorm full of hostile glances.