Under the quiet night sky, Kai sat beside Yuze on the bench, the faint gleam of the moon illuminating their weary faces. The files that had scattered were now on Yuze's lap, but Kai could still read the impression as he glanced at their team captain from time to time.
"How long?" Kai asked, his voice low but heavy with concern.
Yuze let out a long sigh, staring down at his knees. "A while," he admitted.
His voice sounded tired—like he had accepted the pain for what it was. "I knew something was off during the Winter Cup. I thought it was just a strain, you know? Maybe a sprain."
Kai looked at him, his brows furrowed. He had sensed something was wrong back then, too, but Yuze had brushed it off. He never wanted to believe it was something serious. Yuze was too strong for that.
Yuze continued, "But the proper diagnosis came during the Giants game. That's when they told me it was a torn tendon, and maybe a ligament, too," he chuckled.
