I Died on the Court, Now I'm Back to Rule It

The game ended with a score of 27–10.

An absolute beatdown.

"Oi! We lost because you hogged the ball too much!" Taiga shouted, forehead practically steaming.

"Tch! And you just kept running into Rikuya like a rhino with no brakes!" Aizawa barked back.

The two started growling at each other like angry dogs, teeth bared and egos bruised. But before it escalated into an actual fistfight, Rikuya-senpai calmly stepped between them—arms crossed, face serene, like a monk defusing chaos at a temple.

"You lost," he said flatly, "because you played like it was a street brawl, not a basketball game."

"Easy for you to say when you're a walking wall," Taiga muttered.

"I agree for once," Aizawa grumbled. "Playing against a Titan should be illegal."

I stood off to the side, hunched over and gasping. My legs felt like jelly, and my breathing sounded like a dying vacuum cleaner.

Yeah... my brain's running version 2.0, but this body's still on Windows 98.

[ Echo, do you have a suggestion? ]