The hum of the airplane was steady, a soft vibration beneath Izan's fingers as he tapped absentmindedly against the armrest.
He wasn't nervous—at least, not in the way people might expect. He wasn't scared. He wasn't doubting himself.
But there was a weight to all of this. A finality.
Next to him, Miranda was flicking through her tablet, skimming over a few last-minute details. When she caught him staring out the window, she nudged him lightly with her elbow.
"You thinking about a lot of things?"
Izan exhaled, leaning back into the seat. "More like everything at once."
Valencia. His teammates. The training session had felt more like a farewell disguised as normalcy.
And then the goodbyes.
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The drive to the airport had been quiet at first, but the moment they arrived, the atmosphere shifted.
Komi had been composed, her usual gentle smile hiding the emotions she always kept under control. But Hori—Hori hadn't even tried.
