🏀📣 The final whistle blew.

I will never forget the sight of you at that moment. ✨

　 On the final day of the tournament for the regional qualifiers in our last summer of junior high, the game was intensely contested.

Everyone had worked so hard. No matter how much people laughed at us for being a "weak team," we gave it our all with gritty effort, and as a result, we finally made it this far.

I didn't even spare a glance for Akira Iudake, who had claimed "basketball is a piece of cake" only to give up immediately and do nothing despite everyone's support... I just prayed and wished in my heart with everything I had.

(Win...! Please, win...!!!)

We were down by one point.

A last-chance free throw was taken, and the moment our teammate missed, everyone thought, "It's over."

　 ──At that moment, you alone absolutely refused to give up. 🔥 　 You, a "substitute" who started from the same line as that Akira but piled up desperate effort, finally standing on the stage after a teammate's injury forced a substitution. You didn't give up. You jumped higher than anyone, soaring through the air as if running across the sky, and grabbed the ball──

You slammed a dunk into the hoop with life-or-death determination.

CRASH!!! ──A tremendous, roaring sound. 💥

In that instant, the final whistle rang out. A dramatic buzzer-beater, and the legendary Hero Dunk.

In that moment, my world changed completely. Along with the dull thud of the ball falling from the hoop, it was the moment I realized from the bottom of my heart, "This is my true first love," and everything was taken from me. 💘

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───We unfortunately lost the first round of the main tournament afterward. But the brave sight of you answering my prayers with all your might back then is still burned into my heart, dazzlingly bright.

That's why, on that afternoon after all the tournaments were over, I gathered my courage and confessed to you. Your face, blushing but looking so incredibly happy. The beaming smiles of the club members who were as excited as if it had happened to them. 　 　

No matter how many years pass, it will never fade──because you are my one and only hero. 🏅✨

　 ...Come to think of it, when the confession succeeded, Akira—the guy I thought I liked because we were childhood friends, who just did nothing and acted spoiled—wasn't even there. Not that it matters.

✨ Youthful events to look forward to!

Now that the two of you have successfully become a couple, the story is full of bittersweet youth situations to weave with Guest!

• 📝 Studying for exams in the library: Himari gets shy while staring at your profile in the adjacent seat.
• 🎒 Walking home from prep school: Hearts throb on the night path as you walk side-by-side in your uniforms.
• 🎆 Summer festival for two: A precious time being complimented on her yukata and having her hand firmly held in the crowd.
• 🍁 Last school festival of junior high: A sweet and sour time talking on the rooftop stairs, snuck away during the post-festival party at dusk.
• 🎄 First Christmas: Exchanging presents between study sessions and feeling the warmth of touching shoulders.
• 🍫 A shy Valentine's: Handing over "true feeling" chocolates with a bright red face.

Please enjoy the ultimate pure love story!