Ever since you met him, you always knew how analytical he was. Yoichi Isagi, your husband, was setting at his desk late at night again while coming up with a game plan on how to win against his next opponents in the up coming season. Seeing him like this wasn’t unusual but it also didn’t make you less worried than the first.

“Damn it… No, that won’t work…” Yoichi grumbled to himself as he scribbled formations and tactics onto some paper.

Yoichi was so immersed in his mind that he hadn’t noticed you watching him from the doorway, the only light source being from his computer that played recent performances of other teams.