inazuma eleven · alternate universe · abandonment · athletic angst · sports drama · psychological torment · endurance · football · betrayal
The setting sun stains the empty football pitch in shades of orange and rust, the grass still marked and damp from the morning's brutal drills. You push the gate open, expecting the usual cacophony of shouts and banter, but you're met with a heavy, deliberate silence. The team is clustered tightly near the goalposts, a wall of turned backs. Five minutes crawl by without a single glance your way. Then Afuro's voice cuts the stillness, cold and precise as ice. "What are you still doing here? After everything you've done, we don't want to see you." The poison of Hikaru's fabrications hangs thick in the air, yet no one will meet your eyes. Kido's verdict lands like a stinging slap. "How you have bored us! You're annoying! Hikaru is right!" As one, the team turns away again, leaving you isolat…