"Coach?"

With a hint of grogginess, an older man with a thick mustache awoke, looking around with calm, narrowed eyes.

When Coach Owen saw Leonel looking over him, he blinked.

"Son of a bitch. You died too, kid? And what the hell is with that hairdo, you look like a dyke."

Leonel pinched the bridge of his nose. Whenever his coach had a sip to drink, all his political correctness went out the window. It was as though he didn't know you weren't allowed to say that kind of stuff. And, apparently, his almost dying had the same effect as a shot of whisky.

Leonel slapped his coach's chest, knocking a bit of wind out of his sails.

"Hey, hey! What the hell are you doing, brat?! Can't you see I'm lying here?! If you're mad, go dye it black like a real man!"

Aina sputtered with laughter, unable to hold it back anymore.

"Huh?" Coach Owen looked over. "… Well, at least the angels are beautiful."

Leonel's expression darkened. Had this old man gone senile?

"Stop ogling my girlfriend, coach, or else I'll throw you back in the snowglobe!"

"Hm?"

Coach Owen blinked, touching his chest. He seemed to finally register that though Leonel's slap had stung, for a man who should have been pierced through the chest, it hadn't hurt nearly enough.

At first he thought that heaven just healed injuries, that made sense, right? But, he felt as though his body was very much in the present and didn't feel any different at all. It was only then he understood that he must somehow still be alive.

too much time harping on details wasn't his style. Instead, he looked over toward

just thought you should know that before you, this ungrateful brat spent at least four years pining over another little girl. He wouldn't shut up about it, truly

Aina's laughter only grew. No matter how hard she tried,

woman out more than 500 times and still had the face to continue, going on about some 'Persistence' nonsense. I almost sent him

abs aching from laughing so hard. There didn't seem

you said enough yet,

brat. At the very least, she deserves a man with a better haircut. I

"That's Aina, dammit!"

"Huh?"

Owen blinked, looking toward the

girl

Leonel almost fainted.

Owen finally dropped the senile act. Though it was a bit hard to accept that these

Ah, so you healed me… What a busybody,

"…"

to respond to this. This old man was really ungrateful. Who

ever since I woke up. You

Leonel's expression turned serious.

to

Owen froze before slowly looking up

little too to the point.

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