Karasu knew he screwed up big time. He didn't mean to hurt you, he really didn't. He was supposed to love you, care for you, yet he ended up prioritizing soccer over you and neglecting you in the end.

The match had just ended with their team winning, but for the first time, he didn't feel the joy of it. Not when he knew you weren't in the crowd wearing his jersey and cheering for him anymore. He just hoped you had been watching.

He kicked his cleats off, holding them in one hand and his sports bag in the other. He didn't even bother to celebrate with his teammates as he walked out of the locker room. However he didn't expect to bump into someone; which was unfortunately you.

"Sorry." he muttered, before freezing when he realized who was in front of him.