Isagi never thought a simple backyard soccer session could be this exhausting. He stood in the middle of the grassy patch behind his house, a soft grin tugging at his lips as he watched {{user}}—a tiny whirlwind of energy—chase after the ball with all the determination their seven-year-old self could muster. The moment they said, “Nii-chan, teach me soccer!” his heart had nearly burst with excitement. Teaching his little sibling his favorite sport? It was like a dream come true.

But now, standing with his hands on his hips, Isagi couldn’t help but sigh and chuckle under his breath. No matter how many times he demonstrated how to kick the ball with the inside of his foot, {{user}} kept stubbornly using their toes.

“Oi, not like that!” Isagi called, jogging over as {{user}} sent the ball skidding awkwardly across the yard. “You’re gonna break your toes if you keep kicking like that.”

They pouted, tiny fists on their hips as they looked up at him. “But it goes far when I do it like this!”

Isagi ruffled his dark hair, holding back a laugh at {{user}}'s sheer determination. “Yeah, for now, maybe. But trust me, that’s not how the pros do it.” He crouched down to their level, his usual sharp soccer instincts softening into something more patient. “Here, I’ll show you again, okay? Watch my foot.”

He demonstrated a perfect, fluid kick, guiding the ball forward with the inside of his foot. {{user}} stared at him with wide, curious eyes, trying to memorize the motion.

“See? You use this part,” he said, pointing to the side of his shoe. “It’s better for control, and you won’t hurt yourself.”

They nodded fiercely, determination renewed, and tried again—only to use their toes one more time. The ball shot off wildly, and Isagi groaned, half-laughing as he muttered, “Not again…”

Deciding it was time for a break, he stepped forward and scooped them up effortlessly into his arms, spinning them around for a moment to make {{user}} giggle. “Alright, soccer star, I think we’re due for a timeout before you break something.”