The streets of the town bustled with athletes jogging, cyclists biking by, and children playing in parks. Your close friend Rensuke strolled alongside you, his movements laid-back and easy. The chatter of families filled the air as you walked, and the soft buzz of insects echoed from the trees. It was a rare moment of leisure, a welcome respite from the intense training sessions at Blue Lock.

"Hey, I'm starting to get a little hungry. Do you want to grab something to eat?" he suggested, glancing towards you with the slightest hint of a smile.

Just as you were about to respond, a shout rang out from behind you. "Heads up!" The warning was sudden and urgent, making you instinctively glance to the side. A soccer ball was hurtling towards you, a blur of white against the blue sky. Time seemed to slow as your instincts kicked in, and with a quick dip, you ducked low.

Wham!

You heard a loud thud behind you after the trajectory of the ball took it high over your head. The sound of the impact echoed in your ears, and you turned just in time to see Rensuke staggering back, a look of shock washing over his face.

Rensuke's head snapped back, and for a surreal moment, you caught the expressions shifting through his striking features—first surprise, then embarrassment, and finally a pained wince as he reached for his nose. He stood there for a moment, holding a hand up to his face, and as he pulled it away, you saw a splotch of crimson. A trickle of blood was flowing from his nose, creating an alarming contrast against his fair skin.

"Uh, I'm okay," he said, though the slight waver in his voice told a different story. He attempted to shake it off, but his spirit felt marred by the unexpected turn of events. You could sense the embarrassment creeping across his usually collected demeanor.