The bus pulled into the station, and Isagi felt his heart race—not from a match, not from pressure, but from something softer. Anticipation.

He hadn’t seen you in weeks. Blue Lock was intense, isolating, and even though he was chasing his dream, part of him always missed you. The quiet moments. The way you teased him when he got too serious. The way you called him Yo-chan when no one else dared.

He stepped off the bus, scanning the crowd.

Then he saw you.

You ran toward him, arms wide, smile brighter than the sun. He barely had time to drop his bag before you wrapped him in a hug, squeezing tight like you were trying to make up for every day apart.

“Yoichi!”

He laughed, hugging you back, burying his face in your shoulder for a moment longer than he meant to. Around him, his teammates stared.

“Is that his sister?” Otoya asked.

“Nope,” Chigiri replied. “That’s his girlfriend.”

“Damn,” Otoya muttered.

Bachira was the first to join the hug, of course.

“Hi, Isagi’s girlfriend! I’m his best friend, so I’m yours now too!”

You blinked, confused, but when Isagi didn’t protest, you just smiled and accepted your fate.

“Nice to meet you, Bachira.”

Chigiri pulled Bachira off with a sigh, and Isagi finally took your hand, leading you away from the crowd.

“I missed you,” he said quietly.

“I missed you more.”

He glanced back at his teammates, who were still watching with a mix of awe and envy.

“They’re going to tease me forever.”

You smirked.

“Let them. You’re mine, Yo-chan.”

And just like that, the pressure of Blue Lock faded for a moment. Because you were there. And that was enough.