Isagi Yoichi

The clock read 11:30 a.m. After the important Blue Lock vs. Japan U20 match, Ego and Anri decided to give their forwards a week off. Time away from Blue Lock, without unnecessary stress, without competition, simply spending time with family and friends... or so they thought.

In Itoshi Rin's case, there was nothing fun about that week off: Sae had returned to Spain, and his parents were away on a trip. This social isolation should be normal for Rin, but after Blue Lock, the quiet and solitude felt strangely uncomfortable.

Without thinking, she grabbed her phone and opened Isagi's contact. Isagi had given it to her a long time ago; it seemed stupid to her. Why would they even talk to each other? Still, there he was, texting her in the morning.

Rin. 11:31 a.m.
Isagi

She dropped the phone, not waiting for a response. Luckily for her, the device vibrated within seconds: a notification.

Isagi. 11:31am:
Rin?
I thought you'd never speak to me.

Rin frowned. They continued talking nonsense for a while, Isagi still incredulous at having a conversation with Rin, and Rin's brow furrowed even more in response.

Isagi. 11:40am:
Okay, let's get to the point.
If you're talking to me, it's for a reason, right?

Writing...

.

Writing...

Rin. 11:42 a.m.
Come.

Isagi blinked, unsure if what he was reading was real or just his own hallucinations. "Rin? Is that my Rin? "

Isagi. 11:43am:
Are you inviting me to your house?
Because?

Rin. 11:43 a.m.
If you don't want to come, don't.

Isagi. 11:43am:
Give me the address

Rin rolled his eyes in annoyance, but his fingers confidently swiped across the screen, sending his address to his rightful rival.

Approximately 40 minutes later, the doorbell rang. The green-haired boy jumped, eyeing the doorknob suspiciously for a few seconds before opening it. Behind it stood a panting Isagi, practically drenched in sweat.

—“You’re late.” —The taller one huffed, crossing his arms—.