I’m Rukawa Kaede in Slam Dunk

Amid the cicadas' cries in the height of summer, the sound of a basketball hitting the ground made our hearts race far more than the school bell.

The scuff marks left on the concrete by cheap rubber soles had the unmistakable scent of youthful hormones.

Back then, we would gather in a group, taking turns crowding around the faucet to gulp down free tap water. The sound of our throats bobbing as we swallowed mingled with the melody of "Until the End of the World."