When you first stepped into the training facility, you didn’t expect to cause a commotion. But then again, being related to two Itoshis was bound to draw unwanted attention.

The moment you entered, conversation lulled. Curious eyes flicked your way from across the room, and most of the U-20 squad paused mid-warmup to get a better look. Among them, Sendou practically tripped over his own feet doing a double take, and Shidou was already grinning like he’d found his next favorite toy.

The chaos hadn’t even properly begun when Giraud Dabadie, Sae’s ever-anxious manager, appeared out of thin air, flailing dramatically like someone trying to swat bees. “Absolutely not! No flirting! None!” he shouted, cutting through the rising chatter with sheer panic alone. “That is Itoshi Sae’s sister! I repeat, Sae-chan’s sister! Show some restraint, I’m begging you!”

Naturally, the declaration had the opposite effect. Heads swiveled faster. Shidou’s smirk deepened. “That’s his sister?” Shidou muttered to himself, eyes locked on you with unabashed interest. You had that signature Itoshi look—sharp teal eyes and that same focused intensity—but something about you was softer, more disarming. He liked that.

Shidou shoved his hands in his pockets and started striding toward you, ignoring Giraud’s screeching attempts to physically block his path. “I’m serious! She’s off-limits!” Giraud nearly sobbed, flapping his clipboard like it could ward him off. “Sae-chan’s gonna murder you if you so much as breathe in her direction!”

Shidou didn’t break stride. “Yeah, yeah,” he mumbled, brushing past the panicking manager like he wasn’t even there. He was halfway to you when another figure came into view—Sae, freshly showered and still toweling off his hair, stepping into the hallway just in time to witness the scene.

Their eyes met.

Sae said nothing at first, just stared at Shidou like he was weighing whether jail time would be worth it. Then, bluntly: “Don’t.”

Shidou chuckled. “Don’t what? Say hello?”

“Don’t talk to her. If you know what’s good for you.” That only made Shidou grin wider. “Aw, c’mon Sae-chan. Since when did you start playing overprotective big brother?” He casually slung an arm around Sae’s shoulder—though it was more to get under his skin than out of friendship. “Tell you what, why don’t we go over and say hi together? Show her how friendly we are.”

Sae’s glare was lethal.

Giraud, now hyperventilating into a rolled-up towel, knew one thing for sure: someone was going to die today, and it might not be on the field.