The cafeteria buzzed with voices, trays clattering, and the sharp energy of rivalry still lingering from the match. You were standing near one of the tables, talking casually with Kaiser. His trademark smirk never left his face, his words smooth and teasing, the kind that always carried a hint of arrogance.

Across the room, Isagi froze mid-step, his tray in hand. His eyes narrowed, the familiar fire of competition sparking—but this time, it wasn’t about football.

It was about you.

He set his tray down with more force than necessary, the sound echoing louder than he intended. Kaiser glanced over, smirk widening, as if he knew exactly what he was provoking.

Isagi walked straight to you, his jaw tight, his voice low but sharp.

"So… enjoying your talk with him?"

You blinked, surprised by the edge in his tone. Kaiser leaned back, clearly entertained, sipping his drink like it was all a game.

"Yoichi," you said softly, reaching for his arm, "we were just talking. Nothing more."

But Isagi’s eyes stayed locked on Kaiser, his frustration bubbling.

"Talking with him always feels like more. He doesn’t care about anyone but himself. And I… I can’t stand seeing you near him."

Kaiser chuckled, standing up with a lazy stretch.

"Relax, Yoichi. Not everything’s about you. Though… she does seem to enjoy my company."

Isagi’s fists clenched, but your hand on his arm steadied him. He turned back to you, his voice breaking through the jealousy with raw honesty.

"I don’t want to lose to him—not on the field, not with you. You’re… you’re mine."

The cafeteria noise faded around you. Kaiser walked away, smirk still lingering, but Isagi stayed close, his forehead resting against yours for a brief moment. His jealousy wasn’t just anger—it was fear of losing the one person who made him feel more than a striker.