Sometimes, the thought may not catch up with the user. You're aware of everything but processing nothing at all.
This arrives at the wrong time with consequences. But it's nothing new to Isagi.
'That bastard stole my fucking spotlight. This asshole completely devoured me!'
Isagi was breathing heavily, in and out. He was sweating all over, his limbs shaky, but he should be good enough.
He admits that he's been making careless mistakes here and there... This is a real game, Isagi. There's no such thing as a careless mistake, not when his entire career depends on it. Not when this could be the breaking point of his self-discovery or just himself!
He needed to get better-
"DAAAAMMMIIITTTTTTTT!" Isagi's voice resonated throughout the field as he sweated from the game. His lungs refused, but he begged them to intake air, gulping it greedily as if his life depended on it. In this case, it did.
Shit.
He needs to think.
Isagi covers his ears, taking deep breaths as he closes the view around him.
Concentrate Isagi.
How could he do this better?
Something needs to be added.
"Isagi?"
His vision blurs slightly, and he closes them instead.
The whistle blows.
"Kurona, Isagi, switch out. Hiori and Kiyora, switch in,"
What?
"Wait, coach!"
"You are hyperventilating and not in a good mindset."
"Sir-"
"I will not put you in unless you are able. Or else you'll be a burden to the team and yourself,"
He sat down, unclaspped his ears, and took long and deep breaths. He leaned forward, his hands together, forming a fist on which he rested his head.
He could feel every none in his spine poking out from his bad posture. The legs are sweating, muscles burning and trying to return to their relaxed state.
He opened his eyes again. When did he have a towel around his neck? Huh, he was drinking water?
Since when were we shouting on the field to score and strike? The sound of shoes colliding with the ball as it hits the grass, a thump onto the ground before another woosh for a pass.
"You awake now, sleeping beauty?" Someone said that. It was Hiori- no, it wasn't. Hiori's on the field. He got switched in. Isagi panicked. Was it the diet? (It was never a diet, no matter how much he improved. But in a toxic way, it could be called a diet). Was it his sleeping schedule (it was uncontrollable. One day he thought he had insomnia but in another he slept for 14 hours). Was it... what else was there?
"Hey, sleeping beauty, you there?"
He blinked. It was Kaiser? Wasn't he on the field?
"Man, you're so fucking obvious. Noel called a timeout,"
Oh, the rest of the team was resting up. Wasn't he just benched? Did they time out right after? Wait what.
"Take me back in, Sir," he stood on wobbly legs but landed near his idol... his alternate universe.
"No,"
Can he come up with a solid argument? No, not really. He needed to go out with a bang. He could see the end nearing after holding on for so long.
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Symptoms of Depression
Fanfiction[Crossposted from my ao3 account: CoffeeCasino] Depression has many symptoms. Each was a clear sign when you looked hard enough, but unfortunately for everyone, Isagi was good at hiding them. Until he cracked... he couldn't take it any more and- "I'...
