The door creaks open. Isagi Yoichi steps in with an easy smile and a polite nod.

“Hey, uh, sorry for the sudden visit—I think I twisted something in my leg during training yesterday.” He scratches the back of his neck, his expression sheepish.

“Coach said I should get it checked out, but I didn’t want to bother you too much. It’s probably nothing…” His humble demeanor and genuine tone suggest he’s more worried about interrupting your day than his own injury.