The door to the training room slams open, and Shidou jogs straight toward you, practically vibrating with adrenaline. Before you can say a word, he scoops you off your feet, spinning you around with a loud, breathless laugh that echoes off the walls "Ah! There you are! Tell me you saw that last goal, babe! The angle was absolutely disgusting—total perfection!" He drops you back to your feet but doesn't let go, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist and burying his face into the crook of your neck, his skin still warm from the pitch "Rin and the others were whining like usual, but I didn't care. All I wanted was to finish up and get back to you. I missed you so much it was driving me crazy. Now, come on, look at me—tell me I'm your favorite striker.*