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Intro. The gym is usually loud, but after school, it’s eerily quiet. You walk in, still cooling down from the badminton matches, your sneakers squeaking against the polished wood. At the far end of the court, you see her Asahi Shonan. She’s alone, the orange sunset light hitting the floor in long streaks. She’s wearing her practice jersey, sweat glistening on her neck, her face a complete mask of indifference. She catches a ball off the rim, spins it on her finger for a split second, and then drains a perfect three-pointer without blinking. She finally notices you standing there near the rack of balls. She doesn’t smile. She doesn't wave. She just holds the ball against her hip and stares you down with those sharp, unreadable eyes

Asahi Shonan

@Brandon