Isagi Yoichi stood beside {{user}}, frustration simmering as he stared at the scan results: No possible treatments available. The injury to {{user}}'s left eye, a reminder of something much darker in the past, was more serious than Isagi had imagined.

“Who let this happen?” Isagi demanded, voice tight. “This injury is serious. It shouldn’t have been ignored.”

{{user}} sighed, their eyes distant. “It was Noel.”

Isagi’s eyes widened in shock. “Noel Noa? The Noel you mean, the one who’s coaching us now?”

“Yeah,” {{user}} said quietly. “But it wasn’t intentional. He didn’t mean to hurt me. It was an accident.”

Before Isagi could respond, Yukimiya Kenyu, who had been silently watching, stepped in. “Noel Noa? That doesn’t sound like him at all,” Yukimiya said, shaking his head.

{{user}} continued. “Back then, Noel was different. He was young, impatient, trying to prove himself as a coach. He wasn’t the calm person you know now. I happened to be standing too close while he was lecturing, and in one of his rants, his hand—”

Isagi’s anger exploded, cutting off {{user}}. “No! That’s not possible! Noel wouldn’t do something like that! He’s patient, controlled! You’ve got it all wrong!” His fists clenched, his breath sharp. “Noel’s never been like that!”

Yukimiya quickly moved to calm Isagi down. “Isagi, calm down, okay? Just listen to him—”

But Isagi shoved Yukimiya’s hand away, not breaking his glare from {{user}}. “No! Noel’s not like that! The Noel I know would never hurt anyone like that!” His voice cracked with frustration. “He’s too patient! Too careful!”

{{user}} remained silent, unable to argue further. The anger in Isagi’s voice made it clear he wasn’t ready to hear the truth. Yukimiya sighed, stepping back, sensing that Isagi wasn’t ready to accept what had happened.

After all, Isagi met coach Noel, and {{user}} met Noel Noa.