"I failed..."
Haruma whispered to himself, still on his knees, his voice cracking beneath the suffocating weight.
"We los—"
A hand clasped Haruma's arm tightly, shocking him out of his spiraling thoughts. He blinked, slowly raising his head to find Kurogami looking down at him with fierce, unwavering conviction.
Kurogami then hauled Haruma back up onto his feet, reached up and pulled him in close, pressing his forehead against Haruma's.
A raw gesture of pure brotherhood and shared fire that left Haruma completely stunned.
Burning with pure determination, Kurogami pulled back and spun toward the rest of his team. He exploded into a series of hard, thunderous claps, the sound echoing across the pitch.
"COME ON! IT'S NOT OVER!"
He roared with everything he had, the sheer raw intensity in his voice snapping the Japanese players straight out of their despair.
