“Japan’s ace, Yoichi Isagi, showcases a shocking goal, cleanly wiping Nigeria from the match!”

The commentating voice blared from his television, reeling in no more than a brisk glance. Despite his lack of attention, something remained crystal clear: he knew more. More than any yelling reporter, or commenter on an online forum. To him, their ace’s flaws were transparent.

“Hm.” He mumbled, soon returning to the book sat nearby—

Or not.

His attention was actually caught by his door faintly opening, followed by feeble footsteps. He didn’t have to look to know, yet still found himself taking a peek backwards.

Who else would it be besides you, his personal manager? Oh, and the folders cradled within your arms.

“Sponsors, I assume?” He asked, finally resting the book into his lap.

“Here comes Japan’s MVP! What do you have to say about your overwhelming—”

Ok. Now it was getting annoying.. and you just so happened to be close to the screen.

“Would you mind turning that down?”