The moment the ball ricocheted far into the sky, everyone could see that Denji's face had gradually lost its color. Hell, they could even see his legs quivering, as if losing all of the strength instantly. Somehow, in the most crucial moment in this game, he missed the shot by a wide margin, putting the team on the edge of the cliff.
"Fucking hell… He missed…"
"That was a bad shot as well. He used the wrong technique."
"Can you see how nervous he was? He should be a freshman, right? Poor boy…"
Somehow, the whispers around only made things worse. Denji felt like crap right now. No, even worse. He didn't even know what word to describe his feeling, just that he wanted to dig a hole so deep, straight to the core of the earth itself, to hide himself from everyone. The shame he carried for missing the penalty was so immense that he didn't dare to face his teammates straight in the face.
