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it's been a while, 3 days 

the only thing team z has been doing so far is training, like really hard..

RUNNING TEST^

Heavy, labored panting echoed through the room, the sound of breathless exertion filling the air. Among the heavy breaths, the loudest were Igarashi's and Isagi's, their chests heaving as they fought to regain control. The atmosphere was thick with exhaustion, but one figure stood apart from the rest.

A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips—Shark Teeth—the blond-headed guy who seemed to savor the moment. His eyes glinted with a mischievous edge, his expression almost mocking as he looked down at the two gasping for air. It was as though he was enjoying their struggle, relishing the sight of their fatigue like a cat watching a mouse wriggle in its trap.

"Isagi! Igarashi , you two are too weak!" he yelled 

Igarashi shot him a glare, but the shark-toothed guy just smirked wider, the unspoken challenge hanging in the air.

I glanced at him 

"you should go home before you lose to me and start crying you amateurs !"

"haha! , your endurance is shit ! you think you can become the world's best striker like that!?" Raichi yelled 

I sigh and got off the treadmill, walking towards the weights 

igarashi tried to defend himself but instead of doing so he vomited making my nose scrunch up in disgust, Isagi also stopped since he couldn't take it anymore 

"are alright Isagi? , some of the guys are ofcourse not really nice" a tall headed boy asked rubbing igarashi's back

his name is apparently Kuon Waturu

JUMPING TEST^

Isagi, Kuon and I were doing the jumping test 

"ready? set..."

Isagi:61

 Kuon:68 

Sora: 71

"hm? Isagi, are you not feeling well today?" Kuon asked in a concerned tone well I went to drink some water 

"Y yea... haha " Isagi laughed it off , though I knew he wasn't telling the truth 

MEAL TIME!

It was now meal time, but I couldn't bring myself to feel excited. As usual, it was the same predictable dish—pickled radish. The tangy crunch of it had long lost its charm, and now it just felt like an inevitable part of every meal, a flavor I had grown all too familiar with, but never quite learned to enjoy.

I sat down at a table by myself, a habit I've always preferred. There's something peaceful about solitude, about not having to engage, just enjoying my own company. But that quiet didn't last long. A tap on my shoulder broke the stillness, and I turned around to meet a pair of bright blue eyes—Isagi's blue eyes.

"Heeya," he greeted with a smile, his tone casual but friendly. "Do you mind if I sit here?"

I glanced at the empty seat beside me, then back at him. "Do whatever you want," I replied, shrugging, and turned my attention back to my food. The rhythm of eating and the sound of quiet chatter around us filled the space as he settled down without another word.

"Staring is rude, Isagi," I spoke, not glancing up from my food. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed he'd been staring at me for a while now. He immediately looked away, a light blush covering his cheeks.