Ami's Penthouse – Morning
Ami's phone screen reflected in her narrowed eyes as she scrolled through the latest fashion blog post:
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Her manicured nail tapped against the screen. Three missed calls. Twelve unread messages.
"Basketball," she muttered, tossing her phone onto the silk sheets. "He's really choosing this?"
The glass walls of her high-rise apartment showed the Tokyo skyline, but all she saw was the gym bag Kenji had left at her place last week—untouched.
She snatched her blazer. Time for a visit.
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Shinwa High – Lunchtime Invasion
The school courtyard froze as Ami Nakamura strode through the gates, her designer heels clicking like gunshots against the pavement.
"Whoa—"
"Is that a model?!"
"That's Tachibana's girlfriend!"
She ignored the whispers, adjusting her sunglasses as she scanned the crowd. No Kenji.
A first-year bravely approached. "C-Can I help you—"
"Gym. Where is it?" Her voice was honey-coated ice.
The boy pointed. Ami was already walking.
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Gymnasium – Unwelcome Audience
The basketball team's practice screeched to a halt as the doors swung open.
Akira's whistle died in his mouth.
Jiro's dribble faltered.
Even Haru looked up from his tablet.
Ami stood in the doorway, the sunlight silhouetting her dangerouscurves.
"Kenji," she called, voice sharp. "We need to talk."
Kenji, mid-layup, landed awkwardly. The ball rolled away.
Yuki's grip on her clipboard tightened. "Practice isn't—"
Ami strode onto the court, her stilettos leaving marks on the polished wood. "You've been ignoring me."
The team gawked. Rin whistled low. "Damn, Tachibana."
Kenji wiped sweat from his brow. "Not now, Ami."
"Not *now*?" She laughed, cold. "The agency dropped your Neutrogena campaign. That's halfamillionyen gone."
Jiro whistled. "Ouch."
Akira stepped forward. "Lady, get off my court."
Ami ignored him, stepping closer to Kenji. "Is this really worth it?" She gestured at the peeling gym walls, the rusty hoops. "Them?"
Kenji's jaw tightened. "I said not now."
For a heartbeat, no one breathed.
Then—
"Fine." Ami turned on her heel. "But when you crawl back, don't expect me to be waiting."
Her exit was as dramatic as her entrance—heels echoing, hair swishing, leaving the entire team shell-shocked.
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Aftermath – The Court's New Tension
Jiro broke the silence first. "Damn. That's the hottest breakup I've ever seen."
Haru adjusted his glasses. "Statistically, couples who argue publicly have a 67% chance of—"
"Shut up, Haru," the team chorused.
Kenji picked up the ball, his grip white-knuckled. "Again."
Akira blew the whistle. "Scrimmage. Now."
As the team reset, Yuki watched Kenji's back—his shoulders too stiff, his passes too hard.
On the bleachers, Coach Morita lit a cigarette.
Kids.
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