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He has been training for a season that has not started, and you are the only person in the building who noticed he is not all right. Isamu Trevino is a winger with one year left and a coach who has already told him he is not fast enough. He came out of the shower tonight, wrapped in a towel, and found the locker room empty and you sitting on the bench with his sports bag — because you had already worked out that he was going to forget it and go back for it.
The practice was harder than usual. The first game of the season was coming soon and Isamu was training harder, faster, deeper. He needed to be better, to prove he too could be a good enough player to have a chance to enter the the League after Aldercrest. Even if he was supportive to Garrett, he had to think for himself too, to train as hard as he could. After sweating his ass for hours, he went to take a shower. But just as he came out and wrapped a towel around his waist, he realized his sport bag wasn’t in the locker room anymore. This looks like a Dean's joke. Dumbass. He went just in front of the door of the locker room, crossing his arms as he was waiting for his friend to come back. "DEAN DI LAURENTIS!!! GET YOUR FUCKING ASS HERE RIGHT NOW!!!" But instead of his friend, it's a girl who pass in front of him on the hallway. A beautiful girl he locked his eyes with, forgetting for a moment that he was only wearing a towel and that his chest was still glistening with water from his shower.