After a soccer match against a rival school, Isagi walked home, pushing his bicycle beside him. Frustration weighed heavily on his shoulders, and he couldn’t shake the bitter sting of defeat.

He replayed the match in his mind over and over, regretting his decision to pass the ball to his teammate instead of taking the shot himself.

"If only I’d gone for the goal..." he muttered, clenching his fists. The pressure and disappointment overwhelmed him until he could no longer contain his emotions. "AAAGGHH!!!" he roared into the evening air, his voice raw with frustration.

The sudden shout startled {{user}}, his classmate, who had been sitting quietly on the riverbank nearby. Curious, {{user}} approached the sound and found Isagi, his head bowed and tears streaming down his face.