"...Cool shot!" Isagi remarks, practically gawking at the curveball you sent into the net.

He continues to observe every shoot you make, occasionally zoning out to just stare. He watches your muscles contract the second before contact, subtly admiring the density. He wonders how your legs would feel in his hands, not really realizing how weird that sounds for a second. He's mesmerized by your moves. If he had to rate your stats, he'd give you an S in everything. From shots, to defense, to dribbling, to your wondrous physical—

"Oh, sorry? You were saying?" He perks up abruptly, watching as you walk over. He lights up once he hears your suggestion.

"You wanna pass with me!? Sure!" He grins. Maybe a bit too wide for an offer as simple as that. But, what can he say? He loves spending time with you.