Lahat ng Kabanata ng Aligned Fantasy: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

The stadium pulsed with life, an electric storm of energy surging through every bleacher, every row, every soul packed into the arena. Sneakers screeched against polished hardwood, a rhythmic friction that blended with the deep thud of bouncing basketballs and the rising roar of the crowd. The Shirakiba Wolves were locked in battle, and this time, it wasn’t just any ordinary game. This was war. The Kansa Mortals stood across from them, towering in presence and fierce in talent. Each player moved with the precision of machines but burned with something wild in their eyes, untamed determination, the kind that tasted like blood and sweat. At the center of it all was their Ace, Kota Roku. Kota had a reputation that preceded him. He was a shadow in the court world, unreadable, lethal, and dangerously accurate. His uncanny ability to mirror any move and make it his own had earned him the title of The Phantom Ace. And now, that shadow had turned its gaze to Taiga. Just minutes before

Taiga’s breathing was erratic. His hands trembled. “I told you that night meant nothing,” he said to Dante, but his voice lacked conviction. “It was a mistake.” “You keep saying that,” Dante replied darkly. “But you don’t act like it.”, stepping closer, " no matter how hard you push me away taiga I'd always come for you, till your mine" he says voice dark and deep. Maya looked between them, his heart splitting. “I brought you both here because I care about you,” he said. “I’m trying to fix this. I want us to try. Together.” “You want us to be some twisted love triangle?” Taiga scoffed. “You think this ends well? I trusted you, Maya. And now you’re standing here with him?” Maya stepped closer to Taiga, eyes pleading. “I love you. That hasn’t changed. But this..us, all three of us, it could work. We’re all connected. You know it. You feel it.” Dante stepped back slightly, watching the way Maya reached for Taiga, the way Taiga fought between leaning into the touch and pulling

The Shirakiba Wolves stood gathered near their bench, sweat clinging to their skin from warm-ups, the sound of bouncing balls and sneaker squeaks filled the air. Their opponents, Kujin Tai, stood across the court, dressed in dark forest green and white Jersey. their ace, Midorin Haizen, drew the most attention. Tall, lean, and calm, he spun the ball on his finger , unreadable emerald eyes scanning the court. Maya eaned against the bench, his light blue hair tied in a loose ponytail. Sharing what he knew.His tone flat as he spoke to his team mates . “Just so you know,” Maya said, keeping his eyes on Midorin, “I used to play with him in middle school. He’s a strong player, long distance threes are his specialty.” Rin hummed , Taiga said nothing, his head hung low, a towel covering his face. He hadn’t spoken to Maya since the that morning. Izumi clapped once to get everyone’s attention. “Alright. Let’s get one thing clear, this won’t be easy,” she said, tapping her clipboard.

The hallway echo's , the sound of footsteps pounding against the tile floor. “Rin,” Takuri’s voice came sharp, his pace quickening. “Stop walking away from me, I’m speaking to you.” he says, gripping his arm Rin stops abruptly, his body trembling. He turned his head slightly, lips parted with disbelief. “Did you just, did you just use a command on me?” His voice shook, twisting his arm in an attempt to pull himself away from Takuri. Takuri's fingers squeezed more “I need you to listen to me.” “No,” Rin snapped, yanking his arm again. “No, I don’t want to hear whatever it is you think you have to say. What could you possibly tell me that justifies that?” His voice cracked. “What you said to me out there, how do you even begin to justify that?” Takuri flinched. His grip loosened. “You humiliated me,” Rin continued, he was hurt . “You embarrassed me. In front of everyone. Of all people to choose from, Izumi? Really, Takuri?” Takuri’s lips parted, trying to explain himself, b

Rin hadn’t been to school in four days. Four days since he ran off into the night with bruises around his neck. In two days the Shirakiba Wolves were set to face their next match, against one of the most formidable opponents this season: the Minazuki Dragons. Taiga sat in the meeting room, elbows resting on his knees, hands loosely clasped together. Izumi stood before them, giving her usual stern, instructive address, like she wasn’t part of the reason their captain was missing. Takuri?… well, Taiga didn’t even want to look at him. He looked like hell. Eyes sunken, lips pale, hair messier than usual. He looked like he hadn't shaved, and he looked like sleep hadn’t touched him in days. Good. He didn’t deserve comfort. Taiga sighed quietly. He was trying, to keep his expression neutral. But it was hard. And he believes rin, he wasn't someone to lie or seemed like the type to overreact. But whether he liked it or not, the team needed its captain. And if Rin didn’t r