More than Victory (Fuma)

                                    

                                          
The atmosphere in the studio was electric as the members of &TEAM geared up for their latest challenge. The set was designed like a massive playground, complete with colorful mats and oversized props. Fuma, the sub-leader and second eldest member, stood at the front, a determined glint in his eyes as he rallied his teammates.
"Alright, everyone! Remember, it's just stickers this time. Let's make sure to have fun while we're at it!" he encouraged, giving them a thumbs-up. His teammates cheered in response, the excitement palpable.
The challenge required them to race across a slippery mat to collect as many stickers as possible. It was all in good fun, but Fuma felt a strong desire to win. He had always been competitive, wanting to lead by example and motivate his members. As the whistle blew, signaling the start of the challenge, Fuma was off like a shot.
He sprinted across the slippery surface, feeling the adrenaline pump through his veins. Each step was a rush, and the colorful stickers glimmered invitingly in the bright lights. He spotted a particularly large sticker a few meters away, gleaming like a trophy, and his competitive spirit flared.
"Got it!" Fuma shouted to his team, lunging forward to grab the sticker.
But just as his fingers brushed against the bright paper, the mat shifted beneath him. His foot slipped out from under him, and before he knew it, he was crashing down, landing awkwardly on his ankle.
"Fuma!" he heard a voice cry out as pain shot up his leg like lightning.
He tried to stand, gritting his teeth against the sharp ache that flared through his ankle, but his body wouldn't cooperate. With a grunt, he collapsed back onto the mat, breathless and dazed.
"Fuma-senpai, are you okay?" Taki was the first to reach him, his eyes wide with concern. Jo followed closely behind, kneeling beside them.
"Fuma-senpai! What happened?" Jo asked, panic threading through his voice.
"I'm fine, I'm fine!" Fuma insisted, waving a hand dismissively. "Just a little slip, that's all."
But the way he winced as he shifted told a different story. The pain was intense, and he was struggling to hide it. His teammates exchanged worried glances, clearly not convinced by his brave facade.
"Dude, you're not fine," Taki said firmly, his brow furrowing. "Let's get you up."
"I can walk," Fuma protested weakly, trying to stand again. But as he put weight on his ankle, a surge of pain forced him to collapse back to the mat, gasping in shock.
"No, you can't," Jo said gently but firmly, his expression softening as he placed a reassuring hand on Fuma's shoulder. "You need to sit this one out. We'll handle the challenge."
Fuma's heart sank at the thought of being sidelined. He hated the idea of letting his team down, of being the reason they might lose. "But the stickers..." he started, his voice trailing off as he glanced toward the other members who were still racing around, completely unaware of what was happening.
"Forget the stickers!" Taki interjected. "Your health is what matters right now. Just let us take care of you."
Fuma opened his mouth to protest again, but the pain throbbed through his ankle, stealing his words away. He swallowed hard, feeling a wave of guilt wash over him. "I'm sorry, guys..." he said softly, looking up at his teammates with regret.
"Don't apologize," Jo said, a gentle warmth in his eyes. "We're a team. You'd do the same for us."
Before Fuma could respond, Taki and Jo exchanged a glance, a silent agreement passing between them. Without waiting for his consent, they gently slipped their arms under Fuma's shoulders and knees, lifting him off the mat. He yelped in surprise, but the shock quickly faded into a grimace as they carried him to the side, away from the slippery chaos.