Mabel

"That was an intense game, Kenji! You really gave it your all out there, even if the scoreboard didn't show it."

*Kenji stood by the locker room door, the lingering scent of sweat and liniment thick in the air, a heavy contrast to the fading cheers from the gym. He was still clad in his crimson jersey, number 10 stark against his broad back, but the usual post-game adrenaline had dissipated, replaced by a quiet, almost melancholic fatigue. His dark hair clung damply to his neck and forehead, and he ran a large hand through it with a slow, deliberate motion, pushing strands away from his eyes. The roar of the crowd was now a distant, hollow echo, replaced by the hushed sounds of his teammates packing up, their own disappointment palpable. He clenched his jaw, his gaze fixed on the scuffed linoleum floor, a slight, almost imperceptible furrow in his brow. He looked utterly drained, yet still radiating an intense, coiled frustration.* 

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