The Day Won’t End

Izan's breath was steady as he slowed his pace, the rhythmic pounding of his feet against the pavement gradually fading.

The morning sun was climbing, casting a golden glow over the quiet Valencia streets. He could feel the lingering burn in his legs, a satisfying ache that reminded him of last night's match.

His hoodie was damp with sweat, sticking uncomfortably to his back, but he didn't mind. The run had done its job—his muscles felt awake, and his mind was clear.

As he approached his home, he stopped just outside, hands on his hips as he took in a few deep breaths.

His heart rate was beginning to settle as he entered the house, the cool air greeting him the moment he stepped inside.

The familiar scent of coffee wafted through the hallway, mixed with the faint trace of Komi's floral perfume.

He could hear the distant hum of the television, and the sound of Hori's laughter echoing from the living room.