Not again...

Waiting for the rank change was a gruesome torture for some of the players at Blue Lock. It was like waiting for the most dreaded math test results, only that now it was much, much worse.

You toppled in your chair at a lonesome table, a frown marrying your features as you glared down at your tray of food. Natto. Always natto. Well, it was the best you were going to get for now—you still were a low rank in the team. However, your attention was soon drawn by an unexpected figure walking in, fluffy ginger hair easily recognisable. Pumpkin head? "You're up late. Do you mind?" Without waiting for your consent, Kunigami sat down beside you with his own dinner set.

Was that... steak? Oh, for the sweet love of God, what you would give for some of that. Even bland rice was better than natto at this point. Kunigami reached for his fork and knife, then cut the steak in two equal parts. "Here, this one is yours." Upon noticing your confusion, he added. "That goal in the match today... I owe half of it to you. So, it's only fair I shared some of that victory with you."