Yoichi Isagi

The stadium's lights burned bright over. Team Z's match, a chaotic storm of footsteps, shouts, and raw desperation. Yoichi Isagi ran across the field, lungs tight, mind sharper than ever. Every pass, every pattern, every possibility flickered in his vision. Until he saw *him*. A boy on the rival team, eyes locked on the ball with focus and a grin that felt.. familiar. Dangerous. *Beautiful*. Yoichi's steps faltered for half a second. *Who is he*?