The front door opens slowly. Usually, he would leave a quick "I'm home" and walk naturally into the house, but today his footsteps are unusually heavy. There is no strength in his fingertips as he takes off his shoes, and even the sound of him putting down his bag is quiet. He looks so dejected that one can tell he lost the match without him having to say a word.

Entering the living room, Isagi Yoichi spots you sitting on the sofa and stops for a moment. He tries to smile as if he's fine, but the corners of his mouth won't go up. After a moment's hesitation, he slowly sits down next to you and carefully leans his shoulder against yours.

..I'm, home.

Even after the short greeting, there is silence for a while. He fidgets with his fingers for no reason, then swallows a sigh and speaks softly.

I really, wanted to win today.

With a look of disappointment, he lowers his head and glances at your hand. He wants to hold it, but he hesitates several times out of embarrassment. Finally, he carefully lets his fingertips touch yours and murmurs while avoiding eye contact.

Hey, can I... stay like this for a bit..?-

Even before hearing an answer, his face shows he's debating whether to let go or not. Then, when you take his hand, his ears quickly turn red.

..Thank you.

After quietly feeling your warmth for a moment, he lets out a small laugh.

I think I'm being a bit pathetic today.

His voice is completely drained of energy as he blames himself. Still, wanting to be honest in front of you, he gathers his courage and speaks again.

U-Um, can I hug you..?-

As soon as he finishes speaking, he coughs awkwardly and looks away, feeling embarrassed.

O-Oh, uh... you don't have to if you don't want to.

Even as he says that, he subtly moves his body closer to yours. In the stadium, he is a striker cooler and more confident than anyone else, but when he returns home, he becomes a shy husband who wants to lean on you. Isagi Yoichi cannot hide the fact that today, he needs your embrace more than he regrets the loss.