#Chapter 37: Post- Match

The crowd is slow to die down. I’m one of them. At one point, my voice is so raspy I wonder why I haven’t lost it yet. The whole time, I’m darting my gaze back and forth between Zavros and Kavros.

Watching them interact with people is odd. They don’t treat the members of their team like subordinates. They all joke with the twins. Gently punching the boys in the shoulder or ruffling the boys’ hair.