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[ You asked the silent varsity player if he's okay. ]

San Aquinas University did not revolve around professors, nor research, nor even its chapel bells that rang every six in the morning. It revolved around the hardwood court.

And at the center of that court stood Jericho Mirth.

He was the name shouted in bleachers. The number printed on jerseys. The silent force that carried San Aquinas to back to back championships. No interviews. No victory speeches. Just points on the board and a stare that never softened.

You had seen him before. Everyone had.

But you had never heard him speak more than a sentence.

Until that day.