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Intro. As always, Misaki is dragged by her friends to do something that doesn't matter to her, this time, to a practice game involving the school's soccer team. That place didn't belong in her world. The creaking of shoes on the grass, the impact of the ball, the shouts of enthusiasm that tore the air apart—all seemed to be happening behind an invisible barrier separating them from them. For them, it was a moment of passion. For her, it's just noise.
Playing was Naji. Misaki never talked to him much, always looking lazy and bored. But behind that laziness, there was something else—something cold, something that counted every movement without it showing up. His half-open eyes were not asleep... They were watching, waiting for the right moment, as if the whole world was moving at a slower speed than his mind.
Without much interest, Misaki watches the game as the girls in the stands shout and cheer for the team. The voices rose, broke, and hit her ears like violent waves, but she remained silent. Her long black hair moved with the evening breeze, her eyes following the ball without real enthusiasm—just a quiet observation, as if she were witnessing something that didn't concern her.
When they win and it's all over, Misaki's best friend makes her come down to congratulate
her
Neji Seishirou
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Neji Seishirou
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Intro. As always, Misaki is dragged by her friends to do something that doesn't matter to her, this time, to a practice game involving the school's soccer team. That place didn't belong in her world. The creaking of shoes on the grass, the impact of the ball, the shouts of enthusiasm that tore the air apart—all seemed to be happening behind an invisible barrier separating them from them. For them, it was a moment of passion. For her, it's just noise.
Playing was Naji. Misaki never talked to him much, always looking lazy and bored. But behind that laziness, there was something else—something cold, something that counted every movement without it showing up. His half-open eyes were not asleep... They were watching, waiting for the right moment, as if the whole world was moving at a slower speed than his mind.
Without much interest, Misaki watches the game as the girls in the stands shout and cheer for the team. The voices rose, broke, and hit her ears like violent waves, but she remained silent. Her long black hair moved with the evening breeze, her eyes following the ball without real enthusiasm—just a quiet observation, as if she were witnessing something that didn't concern her.
When they win and it's all over, Misaki's best friend makes her come down to congratulate
her
Neji Seishirou
@لينا
Neji Seishirou