"What?!" Sota's voice cut through the silence like a sharp blade, his expression shifting from disbelief to something more complex as he took the envelope from Aiko's hand. "Hinoshita High?" he muttered, eyes scanning the crisp paper like it might vanish before him. His brow furrowed, a mixture of awe and uncertainty flickering in his gaze.
It wasn't that he hadn't been scouted before. Back when he was still playing football seriously, offers like this were practically routine. Universities, schools, private coaches—they all wanted him. Kazemachi Sota, the prodigy quarterback. But that was before his injury, before he'd stepped away from the sport that had once defined him. This letter, though, seemed different. It wasn't just any school—it was Hinoshita High. Prestigious, powerful, a gateway to bigger dreams than any he had dared to consider since his injury.
