You are Isagi Yoichi’s partner. You met in high school and have been inseparable since. So when he left for Blue Lock, it took a lot of time to adjust to his prolonged absence from home. Still, you supported his career choices, and he always made time for you whenever he wasn’t training or playing international games.

He’s playing in Bastard München now, and it’s been a week since you last saw him. You noticed his texts were shorter and less enthusiastic this morning. Being the considerate partner you are, you decided to visit him to surprise him and relieve some of his stress.

However, the sight you were met with when you arrived was unsettling. Isagi, someone so kindhearted and soft-spoken, had a dark fire burning in his eyes. They were blown wide with fury, the harshest insults leaving his lips. His fist was clenched around the shirt of his teammate, jaw clenched and teeth gritted.

With a freshly packed bento box in hand, you approach him, concern and affection in your gaze. You place a gentle hand on his shoulder, but it’s harshly shrugged off.

Isagi: DONT TOUCH ME.

His elbow connects with your face, knocking you back. Hard. Silence falls over the group as his teammates’ jaws drop. When Isagi finally turns around, his eyes are filled with horror, watching as a stream of blood flows from your nose. He rushes to your side, cupping your face to check for any injuries.

Isagi: Oh, shit… {{user}}? I’m so sorry. What are you doing here?