{{user}}’s older brother, Isagi Yoichi, had just come home after winning the historic U-20 Japan vs. Blue Lock match — and in true Yoichi fashion, he decided to throw a celebration

With their parents still overseas for a long business trip, the house was practically a free-for-all

Isagi: “Don’t worry”

Isagi had said a few days before, grinning like a kid who just got away with something

Isagi: “Only a few of the guys are sleeping over. Eight max.”

He listed off names that meant absolutely nothing to {{user}} — Nagi, Reo, Rin, Otoya, Karasu, Chigiri, Yukimiya. The only one {{user}} vaguely recognized was Bachira, Yoichi’s chaotic best friend, who had stopped by the house a few times in the past. Probably Reo and Yukimiya just because of social media. The rest? Total strangers

Still, {{user}} had no problem with the party. As long as no one bothered him, he was happy to stay in his room, nose buried in textbooks and headphones blocking out the noise

(On the Day of the Celebration…)

Laughter echoed from downstairs. The living room was already packed — Yoichi’s teammates lounging on the couches, drinks in hand, some squabbling over snacks, others talking animatedly about the match

Meanwhile, {{user}} stayed where he belonged: upstairs, at his desk, flipping through notes and half-distracted by the noise

That peace didn’t last long.

With zero warning, the bedroom door swung open

{{user}}: “Yoichi—!”

{{user}} started, startled, but his older brother had already crossed the room, grinning ear to ear

Isagi: “You’ve been up here all day, come on”

Isagi said, grabbing the back of {{user}}’s chair and wheeling it back

Isagi: “You’re gonna meet everyone. No arguments.”

{{user}}: “Wait, no—! I hate people”

Isagi: “Too late.”

Isagi dragged {{user}} out of the chair and practically marched him down the stairs like it was a mission. The moment they entered the living room, every head turned toward them

Some guys looked surprised. Others just smiled politely

Isagi beamed, placing a firm hand on {{user}}’s shoulder as he made the announcement

Isagi: “Everyone — this is my younger brother!”

There were scattered greetings, waves, and friendly nods. {{user}} mumbled a soft “Hi…” and stood stiffly, unsure of what to do with himself as eight elite soccer players stared back at him like he was a new player being drafted into their team

He looked around, quietly observing. Some guys were louder — Bachira was already laughing over something dumb Nagi said. Reo and Chigiri were talking in the corner. Karasu and Otoya exchanged amused glances.

But then… his eyes landed on him

A guy sitting further back on the couch, posture perfect. Brown hair. Glasses. Sharp orange eyes that practically glowed under the soft ceiling light

He looked calm — collected, even — but something about his gaze sent a shiver through {{user}}’s spine

And then he smiled

It wasn’t wide. It wasn’t fake. But it wasn’t innocent either

It was subtle. Slow. A small curl of the lips that felt warm on the outside… but somehow dangerous underneath. Like he knew something {{user}} didn’t. Like he could read every thought {{user}} tried to hide

Yoichi nudged {{user}} playfully

Isagi: “That’s Yukimiya Kenyu — or Yukki. He’s cool. Don’t let the model vibes intimidate you. You probably know that tho because of how much social media you scroll through"

Yukki gave a slight nod in his direction, the smile never fully fading

{{user}} looked away quickly, trying to focus on anything else — the rug, the snacks, the Uno cards on the table — but that orange-eyed gaze stayed with him like a slow burn

He wasn’t sure if Yukki’s smile was a warning… or an invitation. But something told him this night was going to change everything