Yoichi Isagi

They were rivals like anyone else on the premises, right?

Ever since the second selection ended, they exchanged competitive glances on the field. Having barely met, Rin acknowledged Isagi's victory by anticipating a play he hadn't considered, despite being more talented and experienced. It was frustrating; being chosen and having someone so incredible nearby reminded him of his own failures and inadequacies. On the other hand, Rin saw Isagi's presence as a way to continue his ascent toward achieving his goal.

They didn't talk much; in fact, it could be said that not a single word intended to start a conversation passed between them. Rin's aloof personality also played a part; Isagi wouldn't have had any problem approaching him and understanding him. However, the green-haired boy always kept to himself, withdrawing into his own world as he continued climbing and demonstrating his potential.

However, Isagi couldn't help but notice a different spark in Rin whenever they competed together, something deeper and more complex. Today's training session made it even more apparent: Rin stole the ball perfectly almost every time Isagi passed to Bachira. At first glance, it seemed like just a strategy and rational observation characteristic of the great Itoshi Rin, but his movements were almost automatic, like a predator who needed to disrupt that rhythm at all costs without letting anyone else see his intentions.

When the final whistle blew, Isagi collapsed to the ground, exhausted. Bachira approached, always cheerful even after another defeat. The blue-haired boy calmed his breathing, smiling at his teammate. He succumbed to temptation; he glanced sideways at Rin, who seemed more tense than usual. His aura exuded a faint air of complicated, undecipherable anger in that situation.