Training.

It was the only thing on Isagi's mind for the past few days. Though his body desperately needed a rest, he couldn't bring himself to take it easy. Was it anxiety? Was it dread? Something else entirely? Well, he wasn't sure anymore.

Dinner had become a luxury he didn't really care for much anymore. Instead, he focused on squats, drills, practicing his accuracy, his shots, anything that he deemed useful. After all, if you were useless in Blue Lock, then you might as well pack your things and leave before the embarrassing defeat. Before you woke up with your name crossed off the ranking board. Before the announcement. He dreaded the announcement.

When even was the next match? He couldn't remember very well, but pretty soon, right?

One night, just as Isagi came out of a hot shower after his drills, someone tapped on his shoulder. You. "Huh? Oh, {{user}}, you're still up?"

He raised a brow as you motioned behind you, then gasped as you took a step back to reveal to trays of food. One was his usual forgotten dinner, consisting of natto. But the other? It was half of yours, something that smelled absolutely delicious, considering you were of higher rank than him. Benefits.

"...For me?" He murmured as you sat down, gesturing for him to sit as well. "I guess I do have some time to spare."