The glow of a laptop painted Jabari's room in restless blue.
On the screen, an anime basketball match neared its climax—Aomine versus Kagami, light against shadow.
Sweat, speed, brilliance; the screen throbbed with motion.
Jabari's breath caught when the commentator uttered the phrase that would not leave his head.
The Zone.
That perfect state where body, mind, and will move as one.
He had felt it once—hadn't he?
Back when the ball at his feet made time slow and the crowd fade to silence.
He leaned back, rubbing a hand over his face.
Memory stirred: dust rising from the futsal court, the sting of sun, the laughter of his friends echoing against tin roofs.
For a heartbeat, he could smell the heat again.
When the match ended, Jabari stared at the frozen image on his screen.
Maybe that was what he'd lost—not the skill, but the feeling.
The clarity.
The Zone.
He opened his phone, thumb hovering above the old group chat that hadn't seen life in months.
One message could change that.
He typed a title: Futsal Reunion.
And hit send.