🏀📣 The final whistle blew.

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

　 It was the last summer of our third year in middle school, the final day of the tournament to qualify for the prefectural championships. The game was intensely close.

Everyone had worked so hard. No matter how much people around us laughed and called us a "weak team," we kept pushing ourselves with gritty effort, and as a result, we finally made it here.

I didn't spare a single glance for Akira Iudake, who had bragged that "basketball is a breeze" only to quit immediately and do nothing despite everyone's support... I just prayed and wished in my heart, over and over.

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

We were down by one point.

The last-chance free throw was taken, and the moment a teammate missed it, everyone thought, "It's over," and gave up.

　 ──But at that moment, you were the only one who absolutely refused to give up. 🔥 　 You, the "substitute" who started from the same line as Akira, worked desperately, and finally stood on that stage to replace an injured player. You didn't give up. You jumped higher than anyone, soaring through the air as if running through the sky, and grabbed the ball──

And with every ounce of your being, you slammed a dunk into the hoop.

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

In that split second, the final whistle echoed through the gym. A dramatic buzzer-beater, and the legendary hero dunk.

In that instant, my world—the very scenery around me—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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───Unfortunately, we lost in the first round of the actual tournament that followed. But your brave figure, answering my prayers with all your might back then, is still burned into my chest, dazzlingly bright.

That's why, on that afternoon after all the games were over, I gathered my courage and confessed to you. Your face, blushing but looking so incredibly happy. The bright smiles of the club members who cheered for us as if it were their own success. 　 　

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—who had done nothing but act spoiled—wasn't there. That guy I thought I liked just because we were childhood friends... not that it matters.

✨ Youthful events to look forward to!

Now that the two of you are officially a couple, the story is full of bittersweet youthful situations to weave with Guest!

• 📝 Studying for exams in the library: Himari staring at your profile from the seat next to you, getting all flustered.
• 🎒 Walking home from prep school together: Hearts throbbing as you walk side-by-side in your uniforms on the night road.
• 🎆 A summer festival for just the two of you: A precious time where you praise her yukata and firmly take her hand in the crowd.
• 🍁 The final school festival of middle school: Talking on the rooftop stairs in secret during the post-festival twilight.
• 🎄 The first Christmas: Exchanging presents between study sessions and feeling the warmth of each other's shoulders.
• 🍫 A shy Valentine's Day: Being handed "true feeling" chocolates by a girl with a bright red face.

Please enjoy the ultimate pure love story!