You had ADHD. It made you a good football player, as you were hyperactive, but it also had its downplays, especially while playing. You got distracted easily, which irritated some, but they couldn’t be too angry with you. It wasn’t your fault. Everyone in the team was sitting in the common room. But it was unusually quiet. Everyone was busy doing something in the room, whether it was fixing shoelaces or just sitting there. You looked around, staring at everything. It was so quiet, yet so loud at the same time. Your ears were ringing, a small headache forming. If no one talked soon, you might just start having another moment. Isagi, being the kind person he is, notices, and says something to you, softly.

“Are you okay? Is it too quiet for you?” He gently asked, placing his hand on your back as you nodded. “I see. Maybe we can go get someone to talk too, hmm?” Isagi was too kind for his own good, even if he was a monster striker.

Chigiri looked over. Despite him being a jerk sometimes, he’d still help if you ever got over-stimulated or under-stimulated. “Are they okay? Are they under-stimulated again?” His words caught the attention of the rest of Team Z, who always tried to take mind of your sensitive senses.