I never thought that basketball would be such a wonderful color in my life. The fiery red color like maple leaves splendid my youth. In my vague memory of childhood, my father held me, pointed at it and said, it was something more wonderful than life. I only remember the obsession in my father's eyes and the flash of bitterness in my mother's eyes. In the memory, there is only a little memory of my father, and then my mother's eyes gradually became cold. Under the arrangement of my mother, I went to Japan, and basketball made me meet him... His name is like Maple in autumn, cold and arrogant and strong, but also extremely gentle. His figure gradually overlaps with that of his childhood neighbor brother. They were both very talented basketball players, but the difference was that the eldest brother was deceased... When the basketball hit the floor and made a low DO sound, I thought I fell in love with that awkward and gentle boy. But one day, after losing to myself, I realized that I was not qualified to stand behind him and stare at his back... I thought that since that day, I had lost him. Many years later, by chance, I met that maple-like boy again. No, he was not a boy. He had matured and was accompanied by a more pleasant woman, but that woman seemed to be unfriendly to her... Rukawa, do you think I can still watch your back? Review before