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It was one of these supposedly slow days between official matches and personal training, but for today they were to play each other in a four on four match again and Isagi was beyond excited. They were to recreate their game from the forth selection and he couldn't wait to try out his newest developments on Rin, his declared rival (and not so secret crush). So naturally he was out of bed first, already warming up on the field when Bachira came to find him.
„Isagi~ don't you want to have breakfast?" He sang as he skipped into the room. Before Isagi could react, Bachira had grabbed his shoulders and began stirring him into the cafeteria.
„I'm actually not that hungry!" He protested, trying to shake his friend off, who in reply only laughed. „You need the energy! Or I'll crush you in just 10 minutes!"
„That won't happen." Isagi bared his teeth at his friend and grabbed a bowl of rice and a raw egg. Though somehow his reply lacked his normal bite.
The first cue that something was a bit off should have been his lack of appetite, leading to him pushing the bowl away after eating just half of the food, but he blamed it on the excitement for the game.
Some of the others had started filtering into the room and soon enough Bachira, who had been eyeing him from the side, was looped into a conversation between Chigiri and Reo. As always, Rin was nowhere to be seen, but for once Isagi didn't feel like searching for him. He really did need to preserve his energy. Also, it might hurt his ego to get rejected right before their match.
Finally, they were all gathered on the field and Isagi felt a surge of anticipation run through his body, momentarily wiping away the weird fatigue he had been feeling since the morning. The whistle was blown and off they went. Isagi had an intense show down with Aryu, passing the ball between him and Chigiri, before Bachira managed to knock him down. He effectively kicked the ball towards Rin and within two minutes the first goal had fallen. Isagi gritted his teeth. Why was he feeling so sluggish? He was ready to do this!
Another few minutes later, Barou had finally claimed their first goal and Rin had sent Isagi countless death glares while they tried to outsmart one another. Was he just imagining things or was Rin's glare getting more intense?
A pass from Nagi stopped him from thinking too much about his rival only to have him turn around and face Rin directly.
„You can't get past me, lukewarm. Even you should realize that." Rin's voice was cold as ever and sent an involuntary shiver down Isagi's spine. It somehow settled there and left his whole body feeling cold.
„I don't need to." He tried a grin and kicked the ball to Chigiri, who had been waiting for this. „Go, princess!"
To his surprise Rin stayed close by as if he was expecting Isagi to pull off another weird trick. In the end, Nagi scored, making them even once again.
