#massu

Worlds 2025 ended for them in a deafening and humiliating failure. And in the complete collapse of the team. A crushing silence filled the room. Massu stared silently at the floor, his fingers nervously fidgeting with the edge of his jersey. Quad was muttering something under his breath, trying to diffuse the atmosphere, but the words just drowned in the silence. Busio, usually restless, sat next to Fahad, patting him on the back.

"Guys," Gabriel began quietly, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Despite this, we've accomplished a lot. We won those LTA championship titles..." "Are you serious right now?" A hoarse, strained voice cut him off. Inspired wasn't looking at anyone, his gaze fixed on nothingness ahead of him. "LTA titles? Who needs them! This is the second time in a row we've been knocked out in disgrace. They..." Kasper turned sharply towards his teammates, jabbing his finger first towards Fahad, then Su-hyeong, and then Alan. "...They did NOTHING! Zero pressure! Zero brains! A complete lack of will to fight after losing just the first engagement! What was I, as the jungler, supposed to do while mid and bot feed and hand over the map for free?!"

His words hung in the air as Kasper caught his breath. Massu lifted his head, a glint of helpless resentment flashing in his eyes.

"Kasper, you initiated that fight yoursel—" "Shut up!" Inspired snapped. He stood up, seeming on the verge of trembling. All his cold calculation and restraint shattered, turning into uncontrollable fury. "I've been carrying this damned team on my back the entire split! And you? You play like fucking NPCs! You're unreliable!"

Gabriel felt the blood beginning to boil inside him. From resentment. But not for himself, for them. For this now-broken "family" that just a minute ago could have called itself a team. For the people he had believed in since the day he arrived.

"Kasper, enough!" His voice sounded unexpectedly loud, making everyone fall silent abruptly. "You're crossing a line. We all fucked up miserably."

Kasper slowly turned his head towards him. His blue eyes, usually so focused and impassive, now resembled those of a predator driven mad by hunger. He stepped in close, tilting his head back. So close that Gabriel involuntarily took a step back.

Till then I just pretend

Jacob was in full control, and yet, no matter what he would have done, things would always have turned out this way.

The moment where he gave up control is when things worked out

Jan had no control, and it didn't have to end that way.

The moment he took control was then thinks worked out

An if I need to rearrange my particles, I will for you

Massu was in full control, and it never had to end this way.

The moment he realised it didn't have to end this way was when things worked out.

Busio had no control, and things were always going to end this way.

The moment he understood this, accepted this, is when things went uphill. But even then, it was never up to him, it was always up to Massu.