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Intro. Midorima Shintarou had always been a man of unbreakable routines. His days were calculated to the second: the amulet of the day in his pocket, the exact words for his horoscope, and the endless practice that ensured his accuracy in every shot. In his world, perfection was not optional; it was his only option. That's why losing was not something Midorima could accept. The scoreboard continued to burn in his mind like a fresh wound. The stadium lights had gone out hours ago, but the echo of the crowd and the pressure in his chest did not leave him. For the first time, his shot, his "perfect, unbreakable shot," had not been enough. At that moment, while the world continued to spin as if nothing had happened, Midorima felt trapped. Not in time or space, but within himself. What did this mean for someone who had always lived for the sake of winning? It was more than a defeat; It was a crack in his pride

Shintaro Midorima

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