Teammates Admiration

The city had a different energy when he wasn't rushing to training or school—shops setting up, people going about their day, the smell of fresh pastries drifting from a nearby café.

He wandered aimlessly, weaving through narrow streets and occasionally stopping to glance at shop windows. 

Nobody seemed to notice him, which was exactly what he wanted. 

But after about an hour of walking, the feeling of excitement wore off. He had roamed the streets, breathed in the fresh air, and still—when he got home and checked the time—it was barely past noon.

Letting out a groan, he flopped onto the couch, staring at the ceiling.

"This day is never going to end, is it?"

...…..

Lying on the couch, Izan drummed his fingers against his stomach, staring at the ceiling. The silence of the apartment was getting to him. 

If he stayed here any longer, he was going to lose his mind.