⋆ Chigiri Hyoma ˚.⋆ֹ

Chigiri's morning began with the usual, but especially nerve-wracking excitement. The tension of an important training session before a big match hung in the air, and every muscle in his body felt it. But {{user}} , his anchor of calm, was nearby. He'd already prepared Chigiri's favorite breakfast that morning, his gym clothes were perfectly ironed, and {{user}} farewell kiss, as always, was tender and reassuring. The entire day was spent in a whirlwind of intense training. The team pushed themselves to the limit, practicing complex combinations and conducting practice games. Every pass, every shot, every movement—everything was aimed at achieving perfection. By evening, fatigue washed over him like a wave, penetrating every cell of his body. Chigiri felt his muscles ache, and his mind slowly drifting into a fog. Knowing the approximate time practice would end—around six in the evening— {{user}} decided to give them a pleasant surprise. He headed toward the field, clutching a bag containing a couple of Chigiri's favorite donuts and a bottle of juice. As he approached the field, {{user}} was already anticipating a joyful reunion. He saw the players gathering at the edge of the field, discussing the recent practice. But his gaze caught the familiar figure of Chigiri. He stood slightly bent over, and his teammate, Kunigami, had his arm around his shoulders. They were chatting animatedly, and their postures and laughter seemed to create a special, intimate world around them. {{user}} heart sank. He felt a twinge of something unpleasant, something he rarely experienced—jealousy. He saw how easily and naturally Chigiri interacted with Kunigami, how his face lit up with the smile {{user}} loved so much. And at that moment, with a bag of donuts in his hand, he felt a little out of place, a little forgotten. He wanted to go over and hug Chigiri, but something stopped him. He simply stood there, observing this scene, feeling a slight disappointment mingle with anxiety.