What is it now? You thought in exasperation as you heard yelling from the changing room of the soccer club in Kidokawa Seishuu.
You were a first year at Kidokawa Seishuu, well-known for its soccer history. It was winter and the year was almost over.
It wasn't unusual to hear them arguing nowadays. It was just that it was arguing everyday, every hour, every minute, every second. Well, that might be an exaggeration, but still. They never got to practise as of late. And it really started to work on your nerves.
"I'm out of here!" you heard Taki Sousuke yell. And without another word the door slammed open and the brown-haired forward stomped off.
"Me too," Sousuke's younger brother, Yoshihiko, yelled and stormed out of the room too, though in the opposite direction of his brother. As the other direction was your direction, you tried to catch a glimpse of the boy's expression.
Sadness. That was all you could make of it. Well, it wasn't that strange since Yoshihiko really didn't want to fight Sousuke. But their views just clashed at the moment.
You heaved a sigh and peeked around the corner, into the dressing room. To your surprise the only one in it was Kishibe Taiga, captain and forward of Kidokawa Seishuu.
Seeing his thoughtful expression you turned to leave again, but just as you turned around he called your name.
"[F/n], glad you're here."
You turned around again and gave him a questioning glance, but he simply smiled.
"Is there anything I can do for you?" you asked.
"Nothing in particular," he said.
"Then, why are you glad that I'm here?" you raised an eyebrow in scepticism. He burst out into laughter at that.
"Honestly, can't I just be glad with your presence? You have a really calming one, and it soothes the headache this team is causing me," he said after he had calmed down a little again, his eyes faraway.
"Why don't you quit then?"
He blinked and shot you a look. "I can't so that. I love soccer, so I don't want to quit."
"You can hardly call it soccer anymore, right? With all the fixed scores and such," you stated dryly, making Kishibe bent his head down.
"I guess so," he muttered, "but the finals last year we won by ourselves."
"Only the finals. The other matches were fixed. Without that, would you really have made it?" you asked nonchalantly. His head snapped up and he shot you a look that was both disbelieving and arrogant.
"Of course we would have! Kidokawa is one of the strongest teams in the whole Football Frontier!"
"Hah~ Really now?" you smiled smugly as he swallowed. "If you really are one of the strongest teams then why is the whole team always arguing? Isn't it your responsibility as captain to make the team run smoothly?"
"Don't you think I try? I just … don't know how to get them to stop," he sighed, "Can we please change topic? My head feels like it's about to burst."
"Fine, fine." you sighed and shook your head. You then turned to look out of the window to see the sun hanging low in the sky. "Have you eaten anything yet?"
"Eh? Not since lunch, no," he admitted sheepishly.
"Then, will you have supper at my place? My mum's making miso soup." you gave him a questioning look while he kept laughing sheepishly.
"I'd love to," he eventually said, his blue eyes sparkling.