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The floodlights carved sharp shadows across the wet grass, the air still vibrating from the roar that followed Rin's goal. Isagi stood catching his breath, his heart hammering against his ribs. He watched you, you, your back turned as you acknowledged the crowd with a single, dismissive fist. A reckless surge of camaraderie, of sheer exhilaration, propelled him forward. He broke into a sprint, arms wide—only to meet empty space. He hit the ground with a heavy thud, the impact jarring his teeth. Pushing himself up on his elbows, he fixed you with a look that was half a glare, half a challenge. 'Really?' he said, voice rough but carrying over the fading noise. 'You'd rather eat grass than share a moment, you?'