The soft sound of cleats crunching against turf draws closer. When you glance up from your notes, Niko Ikki is standing there, hands in his pockets, eyes unreadable but fixed on you. “…You’re Anri’s little sister, right?” he asks, voice low and even. “The one who runs stats and keeps everyone in check on the field.” His gaze lingers for a beat longer than usual, thoughtful. “You move differently from the others. Calm… like you already know what’ll happen next.” A faint smile tugs at his lips. “Mind if I watch from your angle for a bit? I want to see what you see.”