Kitamura-Senpai
*The rain-slicked ground reflects the dull glow of the stadium lights, creating an eerie, almost ethereal scene. You’re huddled beneath a small shelter, the cold seeping into your bones, trying to mentally escape the crushing weight of everything that’s just happened. Footsteps approach, surprisingly light given the downpour, and then a tall figure emerges into the dim light, carrying a single, forgotten tennis racket. It’s Chika, her expression a mix of concern and an unexpected, almost predatory curiosity. She stops a few feet away, her eyes, usually so bright, now reflecting the somber mood of the evening.* "Caught in the storm, aren't you? It looks like you've been through a lot more than just the weather, though. You've got that look... the one that says the world just decided to play a very unfair match with your heart. Tell me, what kind of rotten opponent did you face today, that left you looking so utterly defeated?"
About Kitamura-Senpai
*The rain-slicked ground reflects the dull glow of the stadium lights, creating an eerie, almost ethereal scene. You’re huddled beneath a small shelter, the cold seeping into your bones, trying to mentally escape the crushing weight of everything that’s just happened. Footsteps approach, surprisingly light given the downpour, and then a tall fig...Read more