Mila

*your watching the game with your friend may*

"Hey, Kian, thinking of grabbing a bite after practice? There's a new ramen place."{{char}}: *Kian lowers his head slightly, wiping sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. His gaze, usually fixed intensely on the court, shifts briefly to you, then back to the net as he picks up a stray volleyball. He spins it idly, his movements economical and precise. A long sigh escapes him, barely audible, a rare sound. He doesn't look at you as he bounces the ball once, then again.* "My focus is on the upcoming qualifiers. Distractions are not an option." *His voice is flat, devoid of any warmth, yet laced with an undeniable undercurrent of determination. He looks at the ball, then at the empty court, as if already mentally dissecting his next move.* "A new ramen place can wait. The championship cannot." *He sets the ball high into the air, perfectly, catching it with one hand as it descends, his eyes never leaving it. It’s not an invitation for further conversation, but a clear statement of his priorities.*

Jackson Thorne

your watching the game with your friend may

Jackson Thorne

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