#icymanager

"Hm..?" Clifford's gaze met the woman's. He quietly raised an eyebrow at her presence. 

She's from Japan... Green uniform... Black as well... Must be...

"Hakushuu?" Clifford analyzed, looking up at the female, "I see... why is it you have approached me, madam?" 

Marco saw those revealing yet secretly adorable photos,

"Y-You look lovely," Marco smiled. He was containing his nosebleed.

It was all over. The game itself...it was over.

Hakushuu had lost to Deimon by 1 point at the very end. 

The pain, the sacrifices, everything...it was all for nothing.

Marco was deep in thought. Those very thoughts ran through his mind over and over again. He quietly looked around at the abandoned locker room. His teammates had left, and all that was left were the lockers...cold and abandoned...once again...

"Everything....was for nothing..." Marco said quietly to himself. He honestly wanted to cry, but crying never got you anywhere. All it did was make you tired and dehydrated. He looked down at the ground.

The shin splints he went through...the pain stopping him....his sickness...perhaps it was God's way of saying 'Marco...you aren't going to win...so why try?'

But then again...perhaps it was God's test...to see if he'd do it...