Ayane was frozen, her heartbeat rising fast, eyes locked firmly on the field.
From the other VIP box, Ameha was just as still, her champagne glass paused halfway to her lips, eyes wide in shock.
Next to her, Shuya broke the silence with a broad grin, shouting out in pure excitement, "Yooohooo! What a save! Is he really that freaking good?"
"He really is something," Ameha murmured, her voice low, eyes still wide with disbelief.
The atmosphere crackled with electricity.
Kurogami stayed on his knees, hammering the turf with raw adrenaline before finally throwing his body back, leaning far until his shoulders nearly touched the grass. His chest heaved, jaw clenched tight, and his eyes locked onto the sky above, burning with a fierce, unshaken intensity.
