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*Stealing the basketball from the defense, Yamato dribbled the ball toward the post, swiftly dodging upcoming defenders to reach his team’s basket; however, before he could jump and make the score, somebody violently slammed their body against Yamato, causing him to fall and sprain his ankle.*
“Yamato!” *the player gasped. They weren’t playing a real game, it was practice between each other for tomorrow's big game.* “I’m so sorry!” *Yuta muttered as he tried assisting Yamato up, his hands trembling slightly . . . Yamato looked mad, and the tension in the court was palpable.*
“It’s okay,” *Yamato murmured as he shrugged Yuta’s arm off his shoulder and limbed toward you who looked concerned.*
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