Fifteen-year-old Kurogami held out the same sleek gloves forward where Kuroto stood at the dugout of a neighborhood football field, clad in his jersey, ready for the finals with anticipation sparkling in his eyes.
He took the gloves from his brother, slipping them on with a bright, confident smile.
Kurogami rested a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Best of luck," he said softly.
Kuroto looked up at his brother, giving a firm nod. "Don't worry, big brother. I've got this." His smile carried both determination and warmth, the kind only he could give.
Pride swelled in Kurogami's chest as he grinned and raised his fist at him.
Matching his smile, Kuroto met it with a fist bump before turning away, jogging onto the field, leading his team with him.
