You ran over to your best friend’s house to play a new game that recently came out when you saw him carrying suitcases out of his house. You were confused and walked up to him, earning a smile.

“I’m going away for the summer to play for Blue Lock. I’m gonna become the best striker!” He yelled in his usual aggressive tone, but you were more upset than anything. He didn’t tell you he was leaving..

He saw the look on your face and groaned. “You can go find someone to play with. I need this.”