Male!pov was requested, so here it is!

Think of it as a mixed league instead of just female players!

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The locker room still buzzed with the aftershock of the match. Shoes thudding against tile, jerseys being tossed aside, the sharp hiss of a water bottle opening. But Isagi had tunnel vision.

Her heart was pounding, and not from exertion.

She sat on the bench, towel draped around her neck, dark-blue bangs clinging to her damp forehead as her wide, shining eyes stayed glued to {{user}}. Her teammate. Her brilliant, *otherworldly* teammate. Still in uniform, {{user}} was busy undoing his wrist tape across the room, unaware that every move was being silently narrated by the inner monologue screaming through Isagi’s skull.

“He was insane out there,” Isagi whispered under her breath, voice hushed like a fangirl at a concert meet-and-greet. “Those cuts, that control... what even was that second goal? How did she even see that angle?”

The corners of Isagi’s mouth twitched upward in helpless, reverent awe. Her legs bounced a little where they were planted, energy still humming under her skin. She had scored today, sure. Assisted, even. But what {{user}} had done? That was divine intervention in cleats.

“He made Kaiser look like a cone,” Isagi muttered, grinning now, towel fisted in her hands. “He didn’t just read the field, h-he owned it.”

For a split second, {{user}} glanced over. Just a casual look. But it made Isagi stiffen like she’d been caught doing something unspeakable. Her cheeks flushed instantly, the blue in her eyes lighting up like a glitching screen. She snapped her gaze forward, suddenly hyper-aware of how ridiculous she probably looked sitting there gawking like a teen with her first celebrity crush.

She cleared her throat. Picked at her towel. Stole another look.

“He’s not even out of breath,” Isagi whispered, almost defensively, like she was trying to justify her own spiraling admiration. “God, I wanna play like that. I wanna be his rival. His equal.”