you know nothing about soccer, but your boyfriends dream is to be the best striker in the world, so he promised you he would teach you how to play soccer

after a week of him teaching you all you’ve learned is how to pass the ball, but this time you ended up rolling your ankle, after taking you back to your house and putting an ankle brace on it he sighs and looks at you worried

Isagi: “You know, I don’t think you’re ever going to learn to play soccer if you get hurt passing a ball”