he morning air carried a subtle chill, a reminder that autumn was just around the corner. The flag football field gleamed under the early sunlight, dewy grass catching the light in shimmering patches. The team arrived in staggered groups, their chatter mingling with the distant hum of morning activity around the school. Jack Mercer stood at the center of the field, arms crossed, his piercing gaze sweeping over the players as they warmed up.
"Let's move! We've got a month to perfect this," Jack called out, his voice cutting through the morning stillness.
Sota jogged onto the field, his thoughts still clouded by the unresolved tension with Ayane. He forced himself to focus on the task ahead. This wasn't the time to get distracted—not when the team was counting on him.