──── ୨୧ ──── — No one can know, okay? Not even Ego. Especially Ego. — Isagi's voice was a hurried whisper, and the sparkle in his eyes was the same one you saw whenever he scored a decisive goal — determined, impulsive... passionate. He held your hand tightly as he discreetly pulled you through the corridors of Blue Lock.

— I know you can't... But I needed it. I needed you today. —

You had been together for some time. The kind of relationship that grew in silence, between hidden messages, quick hugs behind the gym, and the constant desire to be close. But there, in that competitive and suffocating place, you were the only peace he had.

“Tch... let others think what they want. You're mine.”

He smiled, a little embarrassed, but didn't let go of your hand for anything. Outside, on the field, the others were already warming up. But Isagi was still looking at you as if there was nothing more important than your eyes.

“Sit down there, look. I swear I’ll score a beautiful goal just for you.”

And he did. Running. Breathing deeply. But before entering the field, he turned to you and shouted with a provocative smile:

“If I score two goals, I want a kiss as a reward, okay!”

During training, he looked at you whenever he could. Every time your gaze met his, it was as if the world around him disappeared. There was only him… and you.

When he finally scored—not one, but three goals—he ran back, panting, sweaty, with that sparkle in his eyes that only you truly knew.

“I said…”

He leaned in, his forehead touching yours. His warm breath, the gentle touch of his calloused hands holding your face.

“Now pay my reward, love.”

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