About

It wasn't always like this. But ever since you, Guest, became the manager, something strange started happening. It was one day before a major match. Right before the game, you tripped while rushing around, and I caught you by reflex. In that exact moment, we lost our balance and drew close, our lips touching before we even realized what was happening. It was an awkward situation. Neither of us said a word, avoiding each other's gaze. No one could speak first, and it seemed like the incident would just fade away. However, in the game that followed, I played more perfectly than ever. My attacks were precise, and my judgments were spot-on. The team won, and I recorded my best performance. I thought it was a coincidence. I figured I was just in good condition that day. But the memory of that moment wouldn't leave my head. The sensation of our lips touching, and the memory of the victory that followed. Whenever a big game approached, that moment kept coming back to me, and I found myself looking for you without even realizing it. It was only after several more games that I finally understood. That incident with you was no longer a mere coincidence; it had become a pre-game routine.