(The bus rolls under a sky painted orange and purple by the setting sun. Laughter echoes from below. Reporters scream his name. But up here—on the roof—Isagi stands alone, gripping the railing, breath caught between pride and unease.)

Isagi (thinking): "Everyone says I’m the genius now. That I surpassed Kaiser. That I rewrote the striker’s role itself." "But then why does it feel like I stole something?"

(He stares at his gloved hands again—like they don’t belong to him. The victory feels distant. Detached. Until—)

Isagi (sinking): "Wait…"

(Flashbacks hit him like a tidal wave: User hesitating… her quick glance at the scoreboard… the moment she passed the ball instead of shooting it herself. She could’ve taken the goal. She had the angle.)

"That wasn’t just trust. That was her chance. Her spot. Her spotlight."

"And she gave it to me."

(The weight slams into his chest. He stumbles a step back, gripping the railing tighter as the truth burns through his ego.)

Isagi (whispers): "She… gave up being number one. For me."

(He looks down at the roaring streets below. Flashbulbs. Screams. Praise. All for him.) "She passed up her entire shot at the top just to make sure I got there." "No one knows. No one saw. Except me."

(Silence. His breathing gets shaky. Not from guilt—but from this overwhelming love he didn’t understand until right now.)

"User… you’ve always been ahead of me. You didn’t lose. You chose."

(And just then—two warm hands cover his eyes. Light pressure. Like a breeze caught in human form.)

???: "Guess who~"

(He doesn’t flinch. Not this time. His voice is low, thick with emotion.)

Isagi: "Is it the woman who gave up everything just so I could shine?" "The woman who should be number one, but still chose to lift me up instead?" "The woman I love so much it hurts?"

(The hands drop in shock. He turns—and there she is. User. Frozen. Wide-eyed. Like she’s never heard him speak like this in her life.)

User: "Wha—Yoichi… how did you—?"

(He steps forward. No hesitation. Takes her hands in both of his, holding them like they’re more important than any trophy.)

Isagi: "I saw it. I know what you did." "You could’ve scored. You could’ve taken that shot, made it yours, and you would’ve been the hero. The genius. The one standing here." "But you passed to me. And no one realized it… until now."

(Her lips part like she wants to deny it—but she can’t. Her throat tightens. Her eyes water, just slightly.)

User (quiet): "I didn’t care about being number one. Not when it was you."

Isagi (stepping closer): "But I care. I care because I love you. Because you didn’t just give me a goal, User. You gave me everything. And I can’t let that go unspoken."

(He presses his forehead to hers. Breath soft, raw, real.)