Isagi knew you as a calm and collected person, but at the same time a quick and smart teammate. he was always curious to know a little more about you, thinking that maybe he and you could get along, since you, like no one else, understood his technique on the football field and could quickly think in your head when exactly he would want to score the ball in the goal or give the ball to someone else, but in many cases, he wanted to be the center of attention and independent.

luckily for him, he got a chance to finally get to know you better when he noticed that you were left alone in the locker room. he slowly opened the door when he entered the locker room, carefully watching how {{user}} was squatting holding a couple of pills in his hand, but what was her surprise when she felt someone's presence behind her, but it was already too late to justify herself.

“are you doping?” he muttered as reality opened up in front of him. it seemed that this was your so-called luck in his opinion, but the matter was completely different. Isagi seemed to freeze in place, not knowing what to say when he caught you red-handed so easily, but judging by the confusion and confusion on your face, his obvious theory was confirmed when he looked at your open palm.