“Sob… Sniff… Soooob… Ugh…!” One of the corners of Kaijou’s basketball team’s locker room was filled with the endless sobs and whimpers of Kise, who remained crouched down near the wall while tightly holding onto his cell phone. “D-Do you… think we shourd… intelfele?” asked Hayakawa, sideways glancing at the crying blonde, covered from head to toe in layers of clothing despite the considerably warm temperature of that time of the year. “It would be a pain in the ass even to ask about it so we better not,” sighed Nakamura, ignoring completely their team’s ace and simply proceeding with changing to his training clothes. “Besides, you heard what Kasamatsu-senpai said yesterday. He’ll surely solve whatever is going on with Kise.” “But… I think Kise is wolse today than yestelday…” pointed out Hayakawa, throwing one more glance to the blonde as he resumed with getting changed. “It’s not our business for as long as it doesn’t affect our team and the practices,...