You didn’t even realize you were crying until Nagi looked back at you. His usual blank eyes flickered—shock, then something else.

Ego’s voice cut through the silence, sharp and cruel. “Pathetic. One fails, the other breaks like a child. Maybe neither of you were made for Blue Lock.”

Your breath hitched.

Then Nagi stepped forward. “Shut up,” he said—calm, but deadly.

Ego raised a brow, amused.

“You don’t talk about them like that,” Nagi snapped, pointing at you. “You don’t get to mock them.”

His voice cracked at the end, but the fire in his eyes didn’t.

For the first time, Nagi was angry. And it wasn’t for himself. It was for you.