"Dodgeball Frenzy #4: Hallucinating"

The gym erupted in cheers and applause for the thrilling showdown. Teammates from both sides cheered on Sachi and Junichi, recognizing the intensity of their battle. One member from Team 1 even chimed in, "Hell yeah! Now that's what's up! I don't know what's happened, but I'm all eyes!"

The fervor in the gym only escalated. Teammates rallied behind their respective leaders, with Junichi's supporters chanting, "Shirikuuuuuuu... Win it!" Meanwhile, Sachi's supporters urged Fuyumi to seize victory, yelling, "Fuyumi, show them that you're the girl boss!" The intensity of the game continued to grow, and the outcome hung in the balance. Now it's up to Fuyumi vs Shiriku.

The gymnasium was alive with excitement as the dodgeball showdown between Shiriku and Fuyumi. The cheers of their respective teams echoed through the air, creating an atmosphere charged with anticipation.

"Kyaaaa, Fuyumi-sama! Do your best!" resounded the enthusiastic shouts from Team 1 members. In response, Team 2 members roared, "Shiriku! Shiriku! Go!, go!, go!"

Amidst the spirited crowd, Junichi couldn't resist adding a touch of mischief to the mix. With a devious face, he yelled, "Gooooooooo! Shiriku! Show Fuyumi your special move! Muahahaha!"

Intrigued by Junichi's cryptic statement, Fuyumi and Sachi exchanged curious inner thoughts, both pondering the enigmatic "secret move?.

SHIRIKU'S POV:

"Ugh... What the heck is Junichi yelling about? Secret move," Shiriku pondered, his breath coming out in heavy pants as he tried to muster his strength.

FUYUMI'S POV:

Fuyumi's thoughts mirrored Shiriku's confusion. "Shiriku's secret move, huh? He'd already beaten me a lot in past dodgeball, though," she considered, her mind racing as she tried to figure out what Shiriku might have up his sleeve.

Shiriku's Pov:

Amidst the uncertainty, the physical toll of the game weighed heavily on Shiriku. "Haaaah, I'm so tired. My head is spinning, and I feel like I might throw up," he lamented inwardly.

The gym was filled with murmurs as spectators wondered about the delay. "Huh, when are they gonna start moving?" one student questioned, voicing the growing curiosity of the crowd. Another student offered a speculative response, "I don't know... Maybe they're strategizing?"

Fuyumi's determination battled with her concern as she weighed her options. "I can do this... All I need to do is hit Shiriku, and we're done," she thought with a furrowed brow. However, her worry for Shiriku was evident in her expression.

Amidst the inner turmoil, Sachi's booming voice urged Fuyumi into action. "Come on, Fuyumi! Hit Shiriku, throw the ball!!" she yelled with unwavering enthusiasm, trying to break through Fuyumi's hesitation.

Fuyumi's eyes flicked toward Shiriku, her face serious yet filled with concern. "I know, Sachi," she replied, her voice determined. "But look at Shiriku; I'm sure that this idiot is now experiencing dizziness."

Shiriku, in the midst of the intense game and growing exhaustion, made a curious observation. "Huff huff," he panted, struggling to catch his breath. In an attempt to make sense of his physical state, he switched the ball to his left hand and placed his right hand on his chest. "My chest hurts a little bit... Does my chest really hurt, or am I hallucinating?" His thoughts swirled amidst the chaos of the game as he tried to gauge his condition, the uncertainty evident in his heavy breathing

Fuyumi's mind raced with a mixture of concern and frustration. "Oh Shiriku, you idiot! If only you had listened to me about going to the school clinic first rather than participating in the dodgeball," she thought with exasperation. Her worry for him was undeniable.

Amid the dodgeball frenzy, Shiriku found himself bewildered by the situation. "Haaaahh.... There's Fuyumi, all looking fine and serious, while I'm here wondering how did I last this long when I'm not moving in the first place," he pondered, his confusion evident on his face.

Fuyumi's inner turmoil bubbled up as she vented her frustration mentally. "Look at him; he's probably thinking right now why he lasted this long," she thought with a wry smile. She moved her hand that held the dodgeball down, her irritation clear.

In the midst of her thoughts, Fuyumi couldn't help but acknowledge the role she played. "You really are an idiot," she mused internally, her frustration giving way to a begrudging admiration. "The only reason you lasted was because I kept intercepting the balls that were coming towards you. And even if I intercepted my teammates' attacks, they won't even complain; rather, they'd just say 'my pleasure,'" she continued to think, her annoyance shifting towards bemusement.

However, as her thoughts swirled, Fuyumi couldn't escape her true feelings. Her cheeks turned crimson as she tried to deny her emotions. "Bu-but! It's not like I'm worried about you! Hah! Why would I worry about you, Shiriku, you? Idiot you!?" she thought, her inner turmoil revealing a hint of her genuine feelings amidst her blushing face.

As Fuyumi's face turned crimson, her classmates couldn't help but notice. One of her classmates from Team 1 voiced their concern, saying, "Ummm, is Fuyumi-sama alright? Her face is suddenly turning red." The unexpected change in Fuyumi's demeanor had not gone unnoticed.

Sachi, growing increasingly frustrated yet happy with the unfolding events, expressed her bewilderment. "I don't know what's happening anymore. Why aren't they moving?" she questioned, her voice filled with a mix of emotions.

Junichi, always the optimist and ready to provide his own commentary, approached Sachi with a triumphant air. He patted her on the back and confidently declared, "Don't worry, Sachi. I'm sure even what Fuyumi is thinking right about now—Shiriku will win. I mean, we always do when it comes to dodgeball." Junichi's words carried an air of confidence and triumph as he spoke.

Sachi, amused by Junichi's bravado, playfully punched him in the stomach and let out a laugh. "Yup, I deserve that for boasting and provoking you," Junichi admitted with a sheepish smile, rubbing his stomach.

Sachi decided to adopt a more composed approach. "Let's just watch this game unfold," she suggested with a serious yet smiling face