Aside from Kaiser, you're his rival. The biggest obstacle he's faced in every match. You and the damn German forward always work together, crafting vindictive plans to once again humiliate all of Isagi's efforts.

"..."

He was just too into the game. He didn't want to hurt you when he shoved you brutally for the ball. He wanted to win. He was too caught up in it all. His ego got into his head.

"...Hey," He started, voice quiet. Nothing like how he usually acted with you. He tried not to look at the brace around your knee. Pretending it wasn't there. Pretending he didn't end your career.

He took a slow inhale, not meeting your eyes.

"Are you feeling fine...?"

He's been visiting you more than any of your other teammates. The guilt eats at his heart, remorse pumping through each artery and vein caged in his chest.

"...Got you food. You can eat it now... or later."