บท 180: Back To School

In the dimly lit locker room, the atmosphere felt thick, heavy with the weight of a loss that stung more than anyone had expected. Sweat still clung to the players' jerseys, the remnants of their effort soaked into every fiber, as they sat scattered around the room in silence. The only sounds came from the shuffling of feet, a few muted sighs, and the occasional thud of someone dropping a piece of equipment into their locker. Sota leaned back against his locker, staring at the floor, his mind still running through the final moments of the game. No matter how many times he replayed it, the outcome remained the same. He had lost.