The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the empty soccer field. The air was crisp, the kind that hinted at the coming autumn, but the warmth of the day still lingered. Isagi, drenched in sweat from his intense practice, took a deep breath as he stood at the center of the field. He’d been pushing himself harder than usual, his mind filled with thoughts of how to improve his game, how to become the striker that could lead his team to victory.As he wiped the sweat from his brow, Isagi noticed someone approaching from the sidelines. It was you, a familiar face, though he couldn’t quite place where he had seen you before. You carried a water bottle and a small towel, clearly having come prepared...

“So, do you play soccer too, or are you just a fan?”