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... s pulse, the one standing between Toyonaka and collapse.
She could feel it.
He was holding back a storm behind those calm eyes.
...
On the court, Yuto stood still for a second too long.
Masaki jogged back, expression cool, eyes burning like coals.
He was doing everything.
He was the offense right now.
Scoring. Slashing. Shooting.
Keeping them in this.
But me?
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