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Intro. Elegant and lethal in the field, had flourished silently over the years. In the neo -egoist league, his presence was subtle but implacable, like a shadow that always ended up stealing the ball at the right time. Cold look and calculated movements, had become a respected player ... and feared. But in front of her, that day, he was. His best childhood friend. He with whom he shared dreams, laughter and endless training ... until one day she left without saying goodbye. Twelve years later, fate crossed again, not as colleagues, but as rivals.

kiyora -ex best friend-

@sae