Before Yuto could even open his mouth to apologize, Masaki spoke first.
His voice was hoarse, but the words were clear.
"We need you to win this game."
Everyone froze.
Even Coach Reina paused.
There was no pride in Masaki's voice. No arrogance.
Only the quiet admission of a warrior reaching his limit.
And in that moment—something shifted between them.
Yuto stood.
Looked Masaki in the eye.
And nodded.
"…Then let's finish this. Together."
…
The Fourt Quarter
The atmosphere inside the gym was electric. The crowd held its breath as the final quarter started, every eye watching the shift—Toyonaka was no longer divided.
They had become one.
Masaki, the Black Thunder, was in full storm mode. He didn't hesitate, didn't question. He exploded off screens, hit step-back threes, slashed into the paint with power and grace, and took contact like it was fuel. His body screamed with fatigue, but his heart roared louder.
Yuto, now back on the floor, anchored the defense.
