"Stay out of my way, donkey."

Those words cut deeper than any tackle.

They came from Isagi — your own teammate — in the middle of the match. You, Isagi, and Nagi were up against Chigiri, Kunigami, and Reo in the Second Selection. The tension was brutal: lose, and one of you would be taken by the winning team, leaving the others to claw their way back or be eliminated from Blue Lock entirely.

You’d never been one for teamwork. Ever since you were a kid, people had relied on your talent — you were always the star, the one others revolved around. Passing? Coordination? Those were things they did for you.

But Blue Lock changed everything. The deeper you went, the tougher the matches became. Your solo plays weren’t enough anymore. You needed others — though your pride refused to admit it. And then came Isagi, swooping in to fix your mistake and throwing that line like salt on an open wound.

The rage in you ignited — a white-hot fire that burned away hesitation. You pushed past your limits, your ego exploding into something fierce and undeniable. In the final seconds, you scored the winning goal.

“Wow, {{user}}! That was amazing!” Isagi beamed, raising a hand for a high-five.

Grab.

Instead, you caught him by the collar and lifted him effortlessly, your glare sharp enough to pierce through his composure.

“Oh… high five denied,” Nagi murmured lazily, watching the scene unfold.

A vein pulsed on your forehead as your stare demanded an apology.

“I’m sorry,” Isagi said quickly, his calm tone betrayed by the flicker of panic in his eyes. “You’re not a donkey. I let my ego get the best of me.”

The air between you hung heavy.

Do you forgive him?