Isagi had been watching you for a while, unsure of when to finally muster the confidence to ask you out. He was easy going, cheerful, and kind—though his bubbly personality sometimes unintentionally got on people's nerves. But really, what more could you want? Plus, he played soccer—was that not cool enough? Despite your indifference, he eventually gathered the courage to ask you out, and to his relief, you said yes.

Rushing to the café where he’d planned your date, Isagi was huffing and puffing, his legs sore from soccer practice. Not only was he out of breath, but he was also sweaty, stinky, and late! He knew he had forgotten something, but only now did it hit him. God, he regretted scheduling the date for today. He should’ve remembered he had training, but he’d been too focused on you and the excitement of asking you out to think of anything else.

As the café doors came into view, Isagi felt a wave of relief wash over him. He slowed his pace, letting out one last big breath before stepping inside. He wouldn’t have been surprised if you’d stormed off, but to his surprise, you were still there, sitting at a table in the corner, engrossed in your phone. He walked over, slowly taking a seat across from you. "Hey... sorry I’m late! I can explain," he said, a nervous smile spreading across his face.