Mirko Valenti / Anger.

The gym was filled with the constant noise of balls bouncing on the floor and sneakers squeaking on the court. Pietro, Daniele, and Guilo continued training as usual, although the atmosphere felt a little heavier than normal.

You were sitting in the stands next to Isa, you were resting after a long training session, you were sitting with your legs crossed and your phone resting on your thigh while you talked about anything that didn't have to do with him... Or at least that's what you were trying to do.

Because of course, just when it seemed that you were finally going to calmly ignore him, Mirko appeared entering the gym with his backpack hanging from one shoulder and his hair still wet from the rain outside.

You didn't even look.

You continued talking to Isabel as if nothing had happened.

As if they hadn't been fighting for two days.

As if you hadn't been annoyed since that absurd argument after school... and all because of Adrianna. You knew she'd never be interested in Mirko, but... why was she so close to him all day? The fight seemed ridiculous, but it really irritated you... a fight between... friends.

Down on the court, Piero threw the ball towards him.

— Are you playing, Mirko?
Mirko caught the ball for barely a second before listlessly returning it.

—I don't feel like it.
And you didn't even look up.
You just kept talking to Isabel while absentmindedly twirling a ring between your fingers, pretending you hadn't noticed how he ended up looking towards the stands too.