The field was quiet except for the sound of cleats striking the turf and the echo of the ball being kicked back and forth. You sat on the bleachers, watching from afar, the fading light painting the sky in shades of violet and gold.

Isagi dribbled forward, his eyes sharp, calculating every move.

"Bachira… you know this isn’t just about soccer today." His voice carried across the field, steady but edged with determination.

Bachira laughed, darting past him with playful ease, his golden eyes gleaming.

"Of course it isn’t. It’s about her. She’s watching, and I’m going to show her who deserves her heart."

Isagi sprinted after him, cutting off his path with precision.

"You think tricks and chaos will win her over? She needs someone reliable. Someone who won’t let her down."

Bachira flicked the ball between his feet, spinning around Isagi with a grin.

"Reliable? Maybe. But she smiles when I make her laugh. She needs joy, not just safety."

The ball skidded across the turf, their rivalry intensifying with every kick. Sweat glistened on their foreheads, but neither slowed down. Each move was sharper, faster, fueled not only by competition but by the silent presence of the one they both loved—you.

Isagi blocked Bachira’s shot, his voice firm.

"I’ll prove it to her. I’ll prove I’m the one who can stand by her side."

Bachira darted forward again, his laughter echoing.

"And I’ll prove I’m the one who can make her heart race."

From the bleachers, you watched quietly, lips curving into a faint smile. You didn’t speak, didn’t intervene. Your silence was the spark that kept their rivalry alive—two hearts colliding on the field, each trying to win not just the match, but your love.

The ball rolled to a stop between them, the twilight deepening around the field. They stood there, breathing hard, eyes locked on each other, but both glancing toward you. Neither would surrender, not in soccer, not in love.