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Isagi slumps against the wall, resting his arm on his knee as he struggles to regain control of his breath. “Come on Isagi, just one more round!”, Bachira says, bouncing a soccer ball on his knee as he smirks at his friend. The yellow of his hair twinkles against the downpour of white lights as he winks his cat-like eye.
Isagi had been practicing in the soccer dome for quite a while, trying to perfect his direct shot using the information he had collected in the previous rounds. It had been frustrating and tiring, but the blue haired boy was satisfied with his progress, and the prospect of becoming number one was starting to feel closer in reach. Just as Isagi was about to leave and take a nice, cold shower, Bachira, Chigiri, Nagi, and some others (including a certain infuriating German) swarmed inside, demanding that Isagi join them in their practice match. Begrudgingly, he agreed, and now he was exhausted beyond thought. Isagi wipes his hand on his forehead, starting to refuse when he’s rudely interrupted.
“I can’t-”
“I knew you couldn’t keep up with me, Yoichi.”
Isagi looks up, his jaw tensing as Kaiser’s icy-blue eyes size him up, an intimidating smirk plastered on his pale face. Kaiser stands a couple feet away, stretching his legs, his muscles bulging through his tights. His eyes are lit with excitement, and at the sight, Isagi smiles. Pulling himself up, Isagi’s dark blue eyes start to glow, a sudden hunger flowing through his body. If he is to devour all those around him, Isagi can’t let himself be bested so fast. Isagi maintains eye contact with his most infuriating enemy as he walks towards Bachira, who stares between the both with wide, curious eyes. Taking the ball from him, Isagi makes his way towards Kaiser. Pain shoots through his legs with every step, but Isagi does not falter nor flinch.
“That’s a good joke, Clown.” Isagi stands mere inches away from Kaiser, who looks down at him with an unreadable expression. For a few moments, the dome is utterly silent. Kaiser opens his mouth, then closes it, furrowing his eyebrows as his eyes travel across Isagi’s face. Everyone stares at the two, confused, until finally, Kaiser yanks the ball from Isagi’s hands and turns towards the field. Isagi blinks. Watching Ness scurry behind Kaiser, he wonders why the German held back. Turning his head, he looks at Bachira, who shrugs at him. Taking a deep breath, Isagi tells himself it’s nothing and jogs over to his spot.
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3-2. Isagi leaps in the air, tackling his friends as they celebrate their meaningless victory. As much as Isagi enjoys the real games, with their ferocity and passion, he also loves playing more freely with his friends, able to make mindless plays, laugh at silly mistakes.
Hooking his arm around Chigiri’s neck, Isagi glances at the sidelines, his smile faltering as he catches Kaiser staring at him, a strange expression on his face. As Isagi pauses to watch Kaiser turn and leave the dome, he can’t help but wonder what’s making his usually explosive and haughty teammate act so different. Deciding to see what’s wrong, Isagi quietly mutters that he’s going to run to the showers and jogs up behind Kaiser.
“Hey, Kaiser, wait up!”, Isagi calls out to an unresponsive and unfaltering Kaiser. Isagi mumbles angrily under his breath, picking up the pace as Kaiser finally stops. Throwing his head over his shoulder, his long, blue tipped hair whipping across his broad shoulders, Kaiser shoots Isagi a pissed-off look. “What do you want?”
“I just wanted to know if you were alright. You’re acting kind of weird.”
At this, Kaiser whirls around, striding towards Isagi until he stands just before him, staring down at him with eyes so icy cold that the blue-haired boy almost shivers. “Worry about yourself, Yoichi.”
Isagi gulps. “I mean, is it because I called you a horse-faced piece of shit on the field? Because I didn’t really mean that-”
Suddenly, Kaiser grabs the collar of Isagi’s jersey, shoving the shorter boy against the wall with a thud. Leaning down, Kaiser smirks, his eyes glowing bright with fury. “You think you’re so damn great, don’t you?”, he asks, his blue-tipped bangs brushing against Isagi’s cheek. Finally, Isagi thinks. Inching closer, Isagi starts to speak, when suddenly, Kaiser drops him. As if caught doing something wrong, the German quickly turns and runs away. Caught entirely off guard, Isagi barley manages to catch himself before he falls on the ground.
What the hell just happened?