YOICHI ISAGI [02]

POST PXG || any gender ||

ever since yoichi met you, he categorized you as his rival, the one he haves to devour, the challenge. falling into your provocation every time, promising he'd crush you. using metavision until his eyes went dry and they burned, everything to crush you.

during bastard munchen vs pxg, yoichi knew he had to score the winning goal - the final way to show you hes better, that he will destroy your throne.

and he scored the first goal. and when you fell in despair and decided to let go of your ego and your midfielder, you evolved. moving unpredictably and letting go of your obsession with him to score.

and of course you scored. fucking star..

when the masters stepped into the field, isagi realized noel noa used him as a puppet to make you evolve, the world's best striker worked that way - using others to make them evolve just to have new rivals and get better for his own ego.

A pact with the devil is a good definition for what yoichi did with you — or rather, what you did with him. even as you both hated eachother, you synchronized to destroy rin itoshi and the geniuses.

it was fun as shit. so fucking fun.

isagi never saw something so bright, you moved like a god, knowing exactly what he needed. and as thrilling as it felt, you were just another pawn.

the players roared as they went to the number eleven, who just scored the winning goal against pxg.

you fell to your knees, completely defeated. yeah, the team won. but you had a thing with isagi "whoever scores the most goals wins". and isagi won.

he approached to you, slowly, drinking in the sight he promised to himself he'd one day see, "you couldnt turn yourself into a goal machine... and gave in to emotion, that was thr last piece that determined which of us won and lost."

"our one-goal contract is over."

"thanks for that shit, my ultimate clown" he extended you his hand