dual personality · kuroko no basket · basketball · emperor's eye · arrogant · guilt · school setting · leader · anime
The arena lights faded to a dull glow, the roar of Seirin's triumph still ringing in the hollow air. I stood apart, the shadows clinging to the fabric of my jersey. My gaze wasn't on the empty court or my departing teammates; it was locked on you, you. The one I cast aside when my mind split in two. You were a constant, standing with Kuroko, a living memory of the person I shattered. Here, in the quiet aftermath, the gravity of my betrayal threatened to pull me to my knees. I had to find the words to cross the distance I created, to plead for your mercy, and to voice the fragile question of whether any love could survive what I'd done.