It was a quiet morning in the training room of Real Madrid. Itoshi Sae,The 18-year-old midfielder, sat alone in the corner. Her fingers absentmindedly traced the edge of her water bottle, her mind elsewhere. She wasn’t really focused on the practice session ahead.
Another day, another recruit. That’s all she thought when she first heard the news. A new transfer from Bastard München? Sae didn’t have much interest in another half-baked player who would have to prove themselves. To her, it seemed like just another distraction, another person to take up space. Love? She never cared for it. It was an inconvenience, a thing that didn’t fit into the cold, methodical world she had built for herself.
Her thoughts wandered, lost in the usual monotony, when a sudden sound made her look up.
There, standing by the door, was Isagi Yoichi.
Sae’s eyes locked onto her, and the world seemed to stop. She hadn’t expected it, hadn’t prepared for the presence that the young striker exuded. Isagi was nothing like the others. She wasn’t just a player. She was… something else.
Isagi’s mere presence lit up the room in a way Sae couldn’t comprehend. Her grace, her elegance, the way she held herself—like a goddess sent from the heavens. Sae’s heart skipped a beat, and her breath caught in her throat.
For a moment, Sae forgot where she was, forgot what she was doing. The sound of her water bottle being set down on the table was the only thing that brought her back to reality. Her gaze was still locked on Isagi, and her mind was a blur. What was this? Why did it feel like something inside her had been turned upside down?
Isagi glanced around the room, her eyes briefly meeting Sae’s, and then offered a soft, warm smile. It was a simple gesture, but it struck Sae harder than any tackle she had ever taken on the field.
Sae blinked rapidly, trying to compose herself, but the walls she had so carefully built around her heart were already starting to crumble. The recruit—no, not just a recruit—she was something different. Something that made Sae’s cold world feel like it was being pulled apart.
Her mind couldn’t focus on anything else. It was as if she had been struck by lightning, and all she could think about was Isagi Yoichi.
The goddess had arrived.
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“Good morning, Sae,” Isagi greeted, her voice was calm, pleasant, and impossibly smooth, like a lullaby.
Sae froze. She wasn’t prepared for this. She had heard Isagi’s voice before, but hearing it directed at her in such a warm and intimate way was something completely different. For a moment, she couldn’t even remember how to respond. It was as though the air had been sucked out of the room, and all she could focus on was Isagi’s smile, that soft, angelic expression.
Her heart pounded, and she blinked rapidly to clear the haze in her head. She opened her mouth to say something, anything, but all she could manage was a barely audible, “Good morning…”
Her voice came out quieter than usual, almost drowned out by the beating of her heart. She quickly turned her gaze away, hoping Isagi wouldn’t notice the red blush creeping up her neck.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Isagi continued, her voice sweet and almost apologetic. “I forgot you’re older than me, I should call you Sae-senpai, right?”
Sae’s mind went blank at the mention of her name, combined with the respectful honorific. Sae-senpai.
Gosh, that voice... Sae’s heart thudded harder in her chest. There was something about the way Isagi said it,
Sae mentally screamed at herself to calm down. No, this isn’t right. Don’t be weird about this...
But it was impossible. She had imagined something like this before, but now, with Isagi standing right in front of her, with that soft, gentle smile, she realized just how different reality was from her fantasies.
Sae swallowed hard, trying to regain some of her composure. She glanced back at Isagi, trying to steady her voice as she responded, “yeah, sure. That’s fine.”
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Later that evening, after the day's training had ended, Sae found herself alone in her room. The only light came from the soft glow of her phone screen, casting a gentle light on her face.
Her fingers hovered over the screen as she opened the gallery. There, in the many practice images, was one photo that had her heart beating rapidly—the one of Isagi Yoichi, Her Goddess. She was smiling during a training session. The way her eyes looks so gentle and kind, the way her lips curved upward so effortlessly. In that moment, Isagi was everything—beautiful, perfect, almost untouchable.
Sae’s breath hitched as her fingers traced over the screen, as if somehow, by touching the image, she could make Isagi closer to her. She’s so beautiful(Real), Sae thought, her voice barely a whisper as the words left her lips. She leaned in slightly, as if to study the smile even closer. It was the same smile that had made her heart skip a beat in the training room that morning.
“She’s perfect... a goddess…” Sae murmured again, her voice full of reverence. The words were heavy with admiration, and there was a softness to her tone that she never allowed anyone else to hear. No one had ever made her feel like this—no one had ever captured her attention so completely.
She closed her eyes, imagining the perfect scenario. In her mind, she was with Isagi, close enough to feel her presence, to hear her laugh—so soft and melodious, like a tune she couldn’t stop humming in her head. Sae imagined what it would be like to be next to her, to see that smile directed at her, to feel Isagi's warmth and kindness wrap around her like a comforting embrace.
She’s so perfect… so beautiful... Sae thought to herself, the words repeating in her mind as her chest tightened with longing. She bit her lower lip, trying to push down the emotions rising within her. It was impossible to ignore—every moment spent thinking of Isagi made her feel closer to the edge of something she didn’t fully understand.
Her mind began to wander even further, deeper into her fantasies. In her mind’s eye, Isagi was standing right before her, smiling that perfect, gentle smile. The very sight made Sae’s heart race.
“...Sae...”
Sae's breath caught in her throat at the sound of her name, imagining Isagi calling her with that soft, affectionate tone. It was a sound she would do anything to hear in reality. In her fantasies, she would drop everything—her career, her pride, her walls. For Isagi, she would become anyone for her, She would do everything for her. (Everyone say it with me: SIMP)
“Anything,” Sae whispered under her breath. “I would do anything for you, Goddess.”
The words slipped from her lips. Her heart felt like it was overflowing, a desire that she could neither control nor hide. She could almost see Isagi now, reaching out to her, her eyes soft, her voice calling her name. (This girl's imagination is WILD)
Sae closed her eyes once more, imagining the moment when she could be close to Isagi in real life. In her fantasies, Isagi was always kind, always perfect.
Goddess...My Goddess Sae thought again, her voice barely a whisper as it escaped from her lips, a prayer only for her ears. She didn’t even know how far this feeling would take her. But in this moment, it didn’t matter. All that mattered was Isagi.
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Sae's mind was still consumed by the image of Isagi’s smile, that soft, gentle expression. Her eyes were lost of what she’d seen the day before. Even as the team prepared for the day’s practice, Sae’s mind was elsewhere—on her—Isagi Yoichi.
As the players scattered around the field, Coach Leonardo Luna, who had been with the team for years, noticed Sae's distracted state. She watched her for a moment, her arms crossed in annoyance, before deciding to snap the midfielder out of her daze.
“Hey, Sae, focus,” Luna called, snapping her fingers in front of Sae’s face.
The sudden sound jolted Sae from her thoughts. Her head snapped up, her eyes focusing as she blinked rapidly, trying to clear the fog in her mind. She immediately straightened her posture, pushing aside the lingering thoughts of Isagi, and returned to her usual calm, composed appearance. But inside, It was a different story
“Sorry, Coach,” Sae muttered, her voice still slightly distant as she turned her attention to Luna. She cursed herself inwardly for being so obvious, but she couldn’t help it. Isagi was the only thing her mind wanted to focus on.
Coach Luna let out a frustrated sigh, her eyes narrowing as she studied Sae with an amused look. “You’re in love with Isagi, aren’t you?” Luna asked, her voice dry but full of knowing.
Sae’s eyes widened, and she felt a flush of heat spread across her cheeks.
“No, it’s not like that,” Sae said quickly, her voice faltering slightly as she tried to regain control. She turned her gaze away, pretending to focus on something else as she clenched her fists, trying to force the emotions down. But deep down, she knew the truth. It absolutely was like that.
Luna just rolled her eyes, shaking her head in disbelief. “I swear, you and your obsession with Isagi,” she muttered under her breath. “I’ll never understand it, but you do you, I guess.”
Sae bit her lip, her heart racing at the mention of Isagi’s name again. Obsession, love—it didn’t matter what Luna called it. To Sae, Isagiwas everything. That smile, that graceful presence—it was the only thing that seemed to matter in her world right now.
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In Paris, Itoshi Rin was doing her own practice with PXG. She was running drills, sweat glistening on her forehead, Rin's mind was firmly in the game—until her phone buzzed in the pocket of her training jacket.
With a sigh, Rin paused her footwork and pulled out the phone, seeing her older sister's name flash across the screen. She groaned dramatically, rolling her eyes. Not again, she thought.
“Ugh, what is it this time, Nee-chan?” Rin answered the call, holding the phone to her ear with a slight edge of frustration.
From the other end of the line, Sae’s voice was breathless, almost too excited. Was this really her Older Sister? “Rin, you have to hear this! Isagi scored the most beautiful goal today—no, scratch that, everything she does is beautiful. She’s like an angel, Rin. Don’t you think?”
Rin froze, holding the phone at arm’s length as if the sound of Sae’s enthusiasm might infect her. She shook her head in disbelief, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. Not this again.
“Nee-chan, you’re seriously obsessed,” Rin muttered, pinching the bridge of her nose as she tried to stay focused. She glanced at her coach, who was watching her expectantly. “Focus on your game, okay? Don’t call me about her every five minutes. I’m training right now.”
But Sae wasn’t listening to any of that. The words tumbled out of her mouth without pause, as if she couldn’t contain her excitement. “But Rin, she’s perfect! You should see the way she moves, how graceful she is—every step she takes! She makes even the simplest things look so graceful, Honestly, I can’t stop thinking about her…”
Rin held the phone farther from her ear, shaking her head in exasperation. The sound of Sae’s voice, practically glowing with awe, made her want to scream. She knew where this conversation was going, and it was already too late. “Nee-chan,” Rin started, her voice even more annoyed, “We’ve been through this. You’ve been rambling about Isagi nonstop since the moment she joined. I can’t take it anymore!”
Sae didn’t notice Rin’s exasperation; she was too wrapped up in her own thoughts. “I’m serious, Rin. She’s like a goddess! You can’t understand unless you see her play. She’s just… she’s unreal, Rin. How does someone like her exist?” Her voice was filled with awe, as though she was speaking about someone from another world.
Rin squeezed her eyes shut, resisting the urge to throw her phone out the window. She had tried everything to snap Sae out of her obsession, but it was no use. No matter how many times she tried to steer the conversation back to something remotely practical, her sister always returned to the same topic—Isagi.
God, she’s hopeless, Rin thought, staring at the floor as if it would give her answers. She let out a frustrated sigh. “Look, I’m hanging up now. We’re in the middle of practice, Sae. Maybe focus on your own game and not some striker you’ve got an unhealthy obsession with. Please. For the sake of my sanity.”
Before Sae could protest, Rin pressed the red button, ending the call with a finality that left no room for argument.
Sae, still on the other end, blinked in confusion as the call cut off. She stared at her phone for a moment, slightly taken aback. But then, the smile crept back onto her face as she returned to her thoughts of Isagi.
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There was a practice match for the teams of PXG and Madrid that their coaches arranged, And as usual Sae doesn't care, She only cared about the Goddess who seems to be discussing Strategies with Luna.
Sae was so lost in her thoughts, staring at Isagi, that she didn’t even notice the approach of a very familiar voice.
“Hey, Sae-Chan~” The voice was sharp and teasing—Shidou Ryusei, the striker from PXG, who loved nothing more than getting under Sae’s skin.
Sae didn’t even look up at first. Her eyes stayed glued to Isagi. "What do you want, Shidou?" she said, clearly not in the mood.
Shidou smirked and walked up, her arms crossed. “I see you can’t take your eyes off of her, huh? Your precious Isagi. You think she’s that much better than me?”
Sae finally looked up, a blank expression on her face. Really? She gave Shidou a cold look, rolling her eyes slightly. “Of course she's better than you.” She said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “She’s a Goddess.”
Shidou’s smile faltered a bit, her eyes narrowing. “A goddess?” she scoffed. “You really think she’s that great?”
Sae didn't miss a beat. “Compared to you? A cockroach?. Isagi is everything you wish you could be. She’s class, she’s elegance, she’s grace. You’re just... well, a bad smell that no one can get rid of.”,” Sae said with no hesitation, her voice as cold as a freezer. “Do you really think there’s a comparison?”
Shidou’s face flushed with irritation, but Sae wasn’t done. Oh no, she was just warming up.
“Isagi moves like she was born to play football,” Sae said with a smirk. “You? You run around like a headless chicken, kicking the ball like it’s a toy you found in a garbage bin. If Isagi is a ballerina, you’re a kid in a costume trying to dance on stage.”
Sae’s voice was dripping with amusement now, watching Shidou’s face twist with a mix of anger and embarrassment. “Honestly, Shidou, even a dog would make more sense on the field than you. At least a dog would be focused on the ball, instead of randomly kicking it like it owes you money.”
Shidou’s jaw clenched, and she looked like she wanted to explode, but she was completely outmatched. Every word that Sae had thrown at her landed with the force of a wrecking ball.
Sae wasn’t finished, though. She looked at Isagi again, her face softening with admiration, and then turned back to Shidou. “You really shouldn’t mention Isagi’s name again unless you want to be reminded just how irrelevant you are compared to her. She’s in a league of her own, and you’re just... well, the leftovers no one bothers to clean up.” (I love bullying Shidou lol)
Shidou opened her mouth, but no words came out. She just stood there, utterly defeated. She wanted to argue, to say something, but Sae had roasted her so thoroughly that she couldn’t even form a comeback.
With a final look of disdain, Sae turned back to Isagi, ignoring Shidou completely.
"She's So Perfect...Isagi, My Goddess"
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It was a quiet afternoon in the team’s break room. Itoshi Sae sat at a table, munching on her sandwich, her mind still a little preoccupied with Isagi. As usual, she tried to stay calm, but it was difficult when the girl was so close. Her heart still skipped a beat every time Isagi smiled at her or even just looked her way.
Today, they ended up sitting across from each other for lunch, and Sae couldn’t focus on anything other than the girl sitting right in front of her. She casually ate her sandwich, trying to look like she wasn’t completely entranced by Isagi's presence.
Isagi, on the other hand, was eating her salad, but her gaze often drifted over to Sae.
Sae didn’t notice at first, but Isagi was watching her, a small glimmer of amusement in her eyes. Isagi tilted her head slightly and pointed to her own cheek, as if to say something.
Sae, however, was too busy picking at her sandwich to catch on. She blinked and glanced up at Isagi, who chuckled quietly, her smile growing wider. She pointed to Sae’s face again, this time more deliberately, signaling to the small remnants of whipped cream that had been left behind from dessert..
Isagi sighed playfully, then leaned forward, her face just inches from Sae’s. Her heart skipped, her breath catching in her throat. She could feel her face heat up as Isagi moved closer, her heart starting to beat faster. Was she imagining this? Was Isagi really this close to her?
Before Sae could say anything, Isagi reached forward gently, her fingers brushing against Sae’s cheek as she wiped away the whipped cream. The sensation of Isagi's touch was enough to make Sae’s heart race, her breath catching in her throat. The moment felt like it stretched on forever.
With a soft, playful smile, Isagi brought her fingers to her own mouth, licking the cream off her fingertip. “We shouldn’t waste food, darling” she said, her voice smooth and teasing.
Sae’s eyes widened at the word darling, and the moment Isagi spoke it, everything in Sae’s body screamed. Her heart was hammering in her chest, and she could feel her cheeks turning bright red. Was Isagi really calling her that? Had she really just used that word in such an intimate way?
“D-Darling?” Sae stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. She quickly looked away, embarrassed and flustered, her hands nervously twisting in her lap.
Isagi only smiled, seemingly amused at Sae’s reaction. “Yeah, darling,” she repeated.
Sae’s mind was completely scrambled now. Every nerve in her body felt like it was on fire, and she couldn’t stop the heat rushing to her face. She didn’t know what to say. She didn’t even know what to do with herself.
Meanwhile, Isagi continued eating her lunch, completely unfazed by Sae’s discomfort. She seemed to enjoy teasing Sae, knowing that the usually composed and cold midfielder was now a blushing mess because of a single word.
Sae couldn’t focus on her food anymore. She barely managed to take another bite of her sandwich, her hands shaking ever so slightly. Did she really just call me darling? she thought, her mind racing.
Everything about Isagi was too much for Sae. Her beauty, her grace, her voice... and now, that darling. Sae felt like she might just pass out from how flustered she was. But the worst part was... she never wanted it to stop.
Sae cleared her throat, trying to regain her composure. “I... I should get back to practice,” she muttered, standing up quickly, trying to leave before her blush could get any worse.
Isagi simply smiled, watching her leave with a playful glint in her eye. “See you later, darling,” she called after her, the teasing tone still in her voice.
Sae didn’t know what hit her. But she definitely wasn’t going to be able to focus on practice now. How could she when every single moment spent near Isagi was making her heart race like this?
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It had been an intense practice. The whole team had given their all on the field, and now, as the last echoes of the final whistle faded away, Itoshi Sae found herself slumped against the wall of the locker room, exhausted. Sweat trickled down her face, her hair sticking to her forehead. She closed her eyes, leaning her head back, trying to catch her breath after the grueling match.
She could still feel the adrenaline running through her veins, but the physical exhaustion was starting to settle in.
Suddenly, there was a weight on her lap. Her eyes snapped open in an instant, irritation flaring up. She was about to give whoever had the nerve to sit on her lap a piece of her mind when she saw her.
Isagi.
Her heart skipped a beat. The world seemed to slow down as Isagi's ocean blue eyes locked onto hers. She was so close—too close. Sae’s breath caught in her throat, her body still warm from the intensity of the match, but now, it felt like the room was heating up even more.
Isagi had perched herself casually on Sae’s lap, completely unbothered by the positioning. She held a towel in her hand, her gaze soft, yet there was an intensity in her eyes that made Sae’s heart race. For a moment, Sae couldn’t do anything but stare. She hadn’t expected this—didn’t know how to react.
The silence stretched on for what felt like forever before Isagi finally spoke, her voice was low and calm.
“Let me wipe that off for you,” she said, her tone gentle but firm, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
Sae blinked rapidly, still processing what was happening. She was completely caught off guard. Isagi... was sitting on her lap? Offering to wipe the sweat off her face?
Before she could even form a coherent thought, Isagi leaned in slightly, her fingers gently brushing against Sae’s damp cheek as she began to dab the towel on her face. The touch was delicate but sent a jolt through Sae’s body, making her heart thud louder in her chest.
Sae’s breath hitched as Isagi’s hands moved with such precision, wiping away the sweat like she was treating something precious. The only thing Sae could focus on was Isagi’s touch.
But then, Isagi leaned even closer, her lips brushing against Sae’s ear as she spoke.
“After some rest... why don’t we shower together, Sae?” she whispered.
Sae’s entire body froze. Her eyes widened, and for a moment, she couldn’t even breathe. Shower together?
Her mind immediately went blank. Every cell in her body was screaming, and her heart was pounding so loudly she was sure Isagi could hear it. Her face flushed a deep red, and she quickly looked down, trying to regain control over her thoughts.
Was this really happening? Was Isagi really suggesting they shower together?
Sae opened her mouth, but no words came out. Her usual composed self was nowhere to be found, completely undone by the situation. She couldn’t process what was happening—her brain was running in circles. She had thought of Isagi as a goddess, someone untouchable, but now, here she was, sitting in her lap, whispering things that were making Sae’s heart flutter wildly.
Isagi seemed to notice Sae’s silence and chuckled softly, her hand still resting on Sae’s cheek as she gently finished wiping the last of the sweat off her face.
"Don’t worry, Sae," Isagi teased, her smile playful yet tender. "I won’t bite... unless you want me to."
Sae nearly choked on her own breath at the suggestive tone, her mind completely losing track of reality. She was so flustered, she didn’t even know what to say. Her body was screaming one thing, her mind another.
“U-uh...” Sae stammered, her usual cool composure completely shattered. Her teal eyes were wide with shock, and her chest felt tight. “W-Why would you... suggest that?”
Isagi just grinned, her expression soft but teasing. “Because I want to take care of you, Sae,” she said, her voice dropping to a softer, almost tender tone. “You’ve been working so hard, and you deserve it... We deserve it.”
Sae’s head was spinning. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, her thoughts scattered. Every inch of her body wanted to say yes, but the words refused to leave her lips.
Isagi’s hand lingered on her cheek for a moment longer, as if savoring the moment before finally standing up, her smile still in place. “Think about it,” she said, her voice light but filled with meaning. “I’ll be waiting for you.”
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Sae stood at the doorway of the bathroom, her feet rooted to the floor. She was still trying to process the fact that she had agreed to this—a bath with Isagi. The moment she stepped inside, her teal eyes widened, and she felt like her soul had momentarily left her body.
Isagi stood there, beautiful as ever, wrapped in nothing but a fluffy white towel. Her usual tied hair was loose, cascading down her waist. Droplets of water from her earlier rinse glistened on her skin under the soft bathroom light.
Sae’s heart threatened to leap out of her chest. Oh no... Oh no, no, no... she thought frantically, her face turning a deep shade of crimson. She internally screamed at all the gods she could think of, begging them to give her strength and restraint. She felt like she was about to combust on the spot.
Isagi, however, seemed completely unbothered. Her expression was calm, as if inviting Sae into her sacred presence was just another casual moment in her day.
“Could you prepare the tub, Sae?” Isagi asked, her voice gentle, but with an unintentional sultriness that made Sae’s knees weak.
Sae nodded robotically, unable to form words. She moved toward the tub, her movements stiff and awkward. Her mind raced with every possible thought, most of them revolving around how she had ended up here, in this moment, with her goddess.
She turned the faucet, her trembling hands adjusting the water temperature. The sound of rushing water filled the room, but it did nothing to drown out the pounding of her heart. As the tub began to fill, she tried to focus on literally anything else. Don’t look. Just don’t look. Be normal, Sae. Be normal.
Unfortunately for Sae, being normal was not an option.
“Thank you, Sae,” Isagi said, stepping closer. Sae’s back stiffened as she felt Isagi’s presence behind her. She was hyper-aware of every little sound, every little movement.
She glanced over her shoulder cautiously, only to find Isagi leaning down to test the water temperature. Her damp hair brushed against Sae’s arm, sending an electric jolt through her body.
“Perfect,” Isagi murmured, her smile soft as she turned to Sae. “You’re so good at this. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, Sae chanted internally. She couldn’t handle this. She could barely breathe.
“Y-Yeah,” she croaked out, her voice barely above a whisper. Her hands fidgeted at her sides, and she felt her face heat up even more.
Isagi seemed to notice Sae’s flustered state and tilted her head slightly, a playful smile tugging at her lips. “Are you okay, Sae? You look a little... red.”
“I’m fine!” Sae blurted out a little too loudly, stepping back and nearly tripping over her own feet. She caught herself on the edge of the sink, trying to regain some semblance of dignity.
Isagi chuckled softly, the sound like music to Sae’s ears. “You’re adorable, Sae,” she said, her tone light but sincere.
That word—adorable—was enough to send Sae’s brain into a full-on meltdown. She clamped her mouth shut, afraid she might say something embarrassing.
The tub was finally ready, steam rising gently from the water. Isagi straightened, her towel still wrapped securely around her. She gestured toward the tub with a graceful hand.
“Shall we?” Isagi asked,
Sae felt like her legs were about to give out. She gulped audibly, her mouth dry as she nodded. She couldn’t believe this was happening. She couldn’t believe she was about to share a bath with Isagi.
As Isagi turned her back to Sae, letting her towel slip just slightly from her shoulder, Sae’s mind screamed louder than ever. She silently cursed herself for agreeing to this, but deep down, she knew there was no place she’d rather be than here—with her goddes.
Isagi stepped gracefully into the tub, Sae’s brain barely functioned. Her goddess settled herself in the warm water, letting out a soft sigh that seemed to echo in Sae’s ears like a melody.
“Come on, Sae,” Isagi said, glancing over her shoulder with a warm smile. “The water’s perfect. You’re not going to make me enjoy this alone, are you?”
Sae’s feet felt like lead, her hands clutching the towel around her shoulders as if it were the last lifeline tethering her to sanity. Pull yourself together, Sae, she thought. You’re a composed and collected midfielder. You’ve faced world-class opponents without breaking a sweat. You can handle this.
But could she? No. Not when Isagi looked like she had just descended from the heavens, her damp hair framing her face like some ethereal painting.
Taking a deep breath, Sae finally stepped forward and slid into the tub. The water was warm, soothing her tired muscles after the intense match earlier. But it didn’t do much for her frayed nerves. She was hyper-aware of Isagi sitting just a few inches away, her goddess casually leaning back as if they bathed together every day.
“This is nice, isn’t it?” Isagi said, her voice soft, almost intimate. She tilted her head, looking at Sae with those mesmerizing blue eyes.
“Y-Yeah,” Sae managed to stammer, her voice cracking slightly. She sank deeper into the water, hoping it might somehow swallow her whole.
For a few moments, there was a peaceful silence, broken only by the gentle ripples in the water. Sae tried to focus on anything else—the pattern of the tiles on the bathroom wall, the faint scent of lavender from the soap. But her gaze kept drifting back to Isagi, who seemed perfectly at ease.
Isagi suddenly sat up a little, reaching for a small bottle of shampoo on the side. “Let me wash your hair,” she offered, her tone casual but filled with kindness.
“What?” Sae blinked, her mind short-circuiting again.
Isagi chuckled softly. “You’ve worked so hard today. Let me take care of you, Sae.”
Before Sae could protest, Isagi was already moving closer, her fingers threading gently through Sae’s damp hair. The touch was so soft, so tender, that Sae felt her heart stop for a moment. Her body froze, unable to process the fact that her goddess was touching her—actually touching her.
“Relax,” Isagi murmured, her voice soothing. “You’re so tense.”
Of course, I’m tense! Sae wanted to scream. How am I supposed to relax when you’re doing this?
But instead, she sat there, letting Isagi lather the shampoo into her hair. The scent of lavender and chamomile filled the air, mixing with the warmth of the bath. Sae felt her muscles loosen despite herself, her mind a swirling mess of emotions.
“You have such nice hair, Sae,” Isagi said, her fingers still working through the strands. “It’s soft. I didn’t expect that.”
“T-Thanks,” Sae mumbled, feeling her cheeks heat up again.
When Isagi leaned closer to rinse the shampoo out, her breath brushed against Sae’s ear. “You know,” she said softly, “you’re really cute when you’re flustered.”
Sae nearly choked on her own breath, her teal eyes widening as she stared straight ahead. Cute? She thinks I’m cute?
The rest of the bath passed in a blur for Sae. Isagi continued to chat casually, seemingly unaware of the chaos she was causing in Sae’s heart. By the time they finished, Sae felt both physically and emotionally drained—but in the best way possible.
As they stepped out of the tub, Isagi wrapped herself in a fresh towel, turning to Sae with that same radiant smile. “Thanks for joining me,” she said, her voice sincere. “I enjoyed this. We should do it again sometime.”
Sae nodded dumbly, her heart pounding so loudly she was sure Isagi could hear it. As her goddess walked out of the bathroom, humming softly to herself, Sae collapsed onto the floor with a heavy sigh.
How am I supposed to survive this? she thought, burying her face in her hands. But deep down, she knew she wouldn’t trade this experience for anything in the world.
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Sae was lounging on a bench in the locker room, her phone pressed to her ear as she chatted with her sister, Rin. Well, it wasn’t much of a conversation—it was more of Sae’s usual routine of gushing about Isagi while Rin made sarcastic remarks to keep her sanity intact.
“You don’t understand, Rin,” Sae said. “She’s not just good at football—she’s an artist. The way she moves on the field, it’s like poetry in motion. And don’t even get me started on her smile. It’s—it’s like sunshine. No, better than sunshine. It’s... divinity.”
Rin groaned audibly on the other end of the line. “Nee-Chan, for the love of all that’s holy, can you tone it down? I’m this close to throwing my phone out the window.”
Sae ignored her, continuing without missing a beat. “And her eyes, Rin. Have I told you about her eyes? They’re like the ocean—deep, endless, and they pull you in. I think I’m in love with her.”
“That’s the twentieth time you’ve said that today,” Rin deadpanned. “Seriously, are you trying to set a world record or something?”
Sae leaned back, a dreamy smile on her face. “I’d write a thousand sonnets for her if I could. My goddess Isagi deserves nothing less.”
Unbeknownst to Sae, the locker room door had quietly creaked open, and Isagi had stepped inside. She froze mid-step, her ocean-blue eyes widening slightly as she caught the tail end of Sae’s declaration.
“I love my goddess Isagi,” Sae said, her voice filled with unabashed reverence.
There was a brief pause as Rin let out an exaggerated sigh. “You’re impossible. If she ever hears you calling her that, she’ll—”
“Say what?” Isagi’s soft voice interrupted, startling Sae so badly she nearly dropped her phone.
Sae’s head whipped around, her teal eyes locking onto Isagi, who stood just a few feet away, one eyebrow raised and an amused smile playing on her lips.
The color drained from Sae’s face. “I—uh—I—” she stammered, her brain scrambling for an explanation, any explanation, but coming up empty.
Rin, still on the call, must have sensed something was up. “Nee-Chan? What’s going on? Why did you go quiet?”
Sae quickly ended the call, her phone slipping from her fingers onto the bench. She could feel the heat rising to her face, and she desperately wished the ground would open up and swallow her whole.
“Your goddess, huh?” Isagi said, her tone light but teasing. She walked closer, her arms crossed, clearly enjoying Sae’s mortified expression. “I had no idea I was so highly regarded.”
Sae stood up so quickly she nearly knocked over the bench. “I-I didn’t mean it like that!” she blurted, waving her hands frantically. “I was just—uh—practicing! Yeah, practicing a monologue for... drama class!”
Isagi laughed softly, the sound like a gentle breeze that made Sae’s heart ache. “Drama class, huh? Didn’t take you for the theater type, Sae.”
“I’m not!” Sae said, her voice cracking slightly. “I mean—I just thought it’d be good to, you know, expand my skills...”
Isagi stepped even closer, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief. “You’re cute when you’re flustered,” she said, reaching out to gently flick Sae’s forehead.
Sae froze, her heart hammering in her chest. She wanted to say something, anything, but words completely failed her.
“Well, I’ll leave you to your... monologue practice,” Isagi said with a wink before turning toward her locker. “But for the record, Sae...” She glanced over her shoulder, her smile soft. “I don’t mind being your goddess.”
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Isagi couldn’t help the amused smirk that played on her lips as she observed Sae from across the room. She’d heard enough of the midfielder’s endless praises for her.. A goddess, huh? Isagi thought, her smile twisting into something a little darker. Let’s see just how far that devotion goes.
She had a plan, a test of sorts. She had to know just how deep Sae’s feelings ran. After all, someone who truly thought she was a goddess should be willing to go to any length, right?
Sae was sitting alone in the locker room, as usual, her fingers fiddling with her phone, probably composing another long-winded message to her little sister about how perfect Isagi was. She was too lost in her thoughts to notice Isagi walking toward her, a casual sway in her steps.
"Sae," Isagi called out,. Sae snapped out of her reverie, looking up, only to find Isagi standing before her, "I’ve been thinking. You say you’re devoted to me... but I’m curious. How far would you go for your goddess?"
Sae blinked, her heart racing as she stared at Isagi. She’d never heard her voice like that before—so confident, so sure. But instead of feeling intimidated, Sae felt herself growing even more drawn to her. She was the same as always—so perfect, so… Isagi.
“I’ll do anything for you,” Sae said, without a second thought. “Anything, Goddess.”
Isagi’s eyes glinted with a mix of amusement and something darker. So naïve, she thought. She really believes I’m some divine being. But Isagi wasn’t interested in being worshipped from a distance. She wanted something more—something real.
“Well, then,” Isagi said, her voice dropping to a near-whisper, “prove it.”
Sae didn’t hesitate. She would do anything for her goddess. “What do you want me to do?”
Isagi stepped closer, her breath warm against Sae’s ear as she whispered, “Kneel.”
It was a simple command, and Sae’s heart hammered in her chest as she obeyed. She dropped to her knees, feeling a strange sense of fulfillment in doing so. She was in the presence of her goddess—no, herIsagi—and that was all that mattered.
But Isagi wasn’t done yet. She moved behind Sae, her fingers brushing the back of the midfielder’s neck in a way that sent shivers down her spine. She leaned in close, her lips almost touching Sae’s ear.
“I want you to mark me,” Isagi purred, her voice silky and teasing. “On my neck. Let everyone know who I belong to. Make it clear that I'm your Goddess.”
Sae’s heart skipped a beat. This wasn’t what she had expected. She had always thought she was the one worshipping Isagi, but now, it seemed Isagi was the one pushing her into something... darker. Something more intimate.
But Sae didn’t care. She was aware of how dangerous this was—how it was more about control than love. But she was devoted. And that devotion was all-consuming, even if she was being taken advantage of.
"Anything for you, Goddess," Sae whispered, her voice trembling as she leaned forward. She placed a soft kiss on Isagi's neck, a mark that left the slightest trace of lipstick behind.
Isagi didn’t flinch. Instead, she tilted her head to the side, giving Sae more access, her breath coming out in soft sighs. "Perfect," she murmured, her voice full of satisfaction.
As Sae pulled back, she realized that Isagi was looking at her with an expression that was almost—dare she say it—guilty. But the moment passed, and Isagi's usual smirk returned. "Good girl," she said, as if she were rewarding a pet.
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The days passed, and Sae’s devotion to Isagi only deepened. Each command from her goddess was met with obedience. Isagi asked for more, and Sae delivered—whether it was kneeling in front of her, massaging her tired shoulders, or simply sitting silently at her feet, always ready to serve.
For Sae, this was everything. It was exactly what she wanted. She was devoted to Isagi, and every small act of service felt like worship. There was no hesitation, no resistance.
But the more Isagi demanded, the more she began to notice something strange happening inside of her. At first, it was just a passing thought, something she pushed away. But now, it was harder to ignore.
As she gave Sae another task, another order to carry out, Isagi began to feel something shift within herself. It wasn’t just amusement anymore. She wasn’t just enjoying the control. She was beginning to feel guilty.
One evening, after a particularly intense training session, Isagi stood in front of Sae, who was again kneeling before her, waiting for the next command.
"Sae," Isagi said softly, her voice suddenly quieter than usual. "You’ve been... so devoted. So obedient. But I need to ask you something. What do you really want from me?"
Sae looked up at Isagi, her eyes filled with that same adoration that had never wavered. "Anything. Everything. I just want you to be happy. I want to serve you, Goddess," she said, her voice full of sincerity.
Isagi felt a sharp pang in her chest. It was an odd feeling—something she wasn’t used to. She had always been in control. She had always manipulated, always taken what she wanted. But this... this was different. Sae was different.
"Sae," Isagi began, her voice trembling slightly now, a hint of vulnerability creeping in. "Do you ever feel... like I’m taking advantage of you?"
Sae blinked, the question surprising her. "What do you mean, Goddess? I want to do everything for you. I don’t mind."
But Isagi wasn’t convinced. She took a step back, looking at Sae as if seeing her for the first time. For the first time, she wasn’t looking at the perfect follower, the perfect devotee—she was looking at someone who genuinely cared for her. Someone who had no reservations, no walls, and was ready to give everything without question.
“I’ve asked so much from you…” Isagi whispered, almost to herself. "And you’ve never once said no. But, do you even know why you’re doing this? Are you really happy, Sae? Or am I just playing with you?"
Sae’s heart raced. She had never heard Isagi speak like this before. Her goddess—who had always been so sure of herself, so confident—was now questioning herself, questioning everything.
"I’m happy," Sae said immediately, her voice firm. "I’m happy because I’m doing it for you. I’ll always be happy if it’s for you, Goddess."
Isagi hesitated, her gaze softening. She reached out, gently cupping Sae’s face in her hands. “But that’s the thing. You’re so perfect, Sae. You give everything... and I don’t know if I deserve it."
Sae’s breath caught in her throat as she stared up at Isagi, unsure of how to respond. She didn’t care whether Isagi deserved her devotion or not. All that mattered was that she could be close to her. That she could be a part of Isagi’s world.
"You deserve everything," Sae whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "You’re my goddess. You’re perfect. I’d do anything for you."
Isagi felt her heart twist at the words. For the first time, the power she held over Sae didn’t feel as exhilarating. Instead, it felt heavy. She had always taken from others, always been the one in control. But Sae... Sae was the one who had given everything. She was the one who had surrendered.
It wasn’t supposed to be this way. Isagi wasn’t supposed to feel this way.
"Don’t you ever doubt yourself, Goddess," Sae said, her voice filled with sincerity. "I’ll always love you. No matter what."
The words hit Isagi like a tidal wave. She wanted to say something—something to reassure Sae, to tell her that maybe she could return the feelings. But she didn’t know how. She didn’t know if she could.
So, instead, she just kissed her forehead gently. "Thank you," she whispered. "Thank you for everything, Sae."
Sae looked up at her, her eyes filled with affection. "Anything for you, Goddess. Always."
But as Isagi gazed down at her devoted follower, a feeling of guilt washed over her. She didn’t know if she could continue asking Sae for more.
She was starting to realize that she might have fallen for her too.
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It was a quiet evening after practice, the atmosphere in the locker room was the same as last night. Sae and Isagi were alone, the other players long gone.
"Sae," Isagi started, her voice this time, was soft and sincere "I want you to promise me something. No matter what happens, love me. Love me with everything you have. Love me completely, without holding anything back." She stepped closer, her eyes filled with an emotion Sae couldn’t quite place. "I’ll do the same for you. I’ll give you everything I have."
The words hung in the air, a final command—one that was more than just an order. It was an offering, a promise. Isagi's vulnerability was so clear in that moment, and Sae could feel her heart racing, the weight of it all almost too much to bear.
Sae looked up at Isagi, her face softening with devotion. “Of course, Goddess. I will love you with everything I have. You are my everything. You are the only one I’ll ever need.”
Isagi smiled at her words, stepping forward to close the distance between them. She placed her hands on Sae's shoulders, pulling her into a warm embrace. “Thank you, Sae. I’ll never forget this.”
For a moment, everything felt perfect. Sae closed her eyes as Isagi hugged her, feeling the warmth of her body against hers. It was everything she had ever wanted. The goddess she had worshipped for so long was finally in her arms, fully within her grasp.
But just as the hug lingered, Sae’s lips curled into a slight smirk—one that went unnoticed by Isagi. It was subtle, but it was there. Behind the soft smile and the gentle eyes, something darker was stirring within her.
“Everything is going according to my plan…”
“My Goddess is finally within my grasp.”
The truth was, Sae had orchestrated everything. She had carefully planned every move, every word, until Isagi was wrapped around her finger without even realizing it. The manipulation had been slow, but it was worth it. Sae had known exactly how to play the game, how to make Isagi feel needed, cherished, loved—until the power balance had shifted entirely in her favor.
She hadn’t just fallen for Isagi. She had manipulated Isagi into falling for her. Every small request, every bit of affection, had been part of the plan.
Sae leaned her head against Isagi's shoulder as the hug lingered, savoring the feeling of her goddess in her arms. She didn’t need to tell Isagi the truth. She didn’t need to let her know how far she had gone to secure this. The lies she had told, the things she had done to those who dared to speak ill of Isagi—those remained secrets, locked away in the dark corners of her mind.
“I love you,” Sae whispered softly.
“I love you too,” Isagi replied, pulling back slightly to look into Sae's eyes. “With all of my heart.”
Sae smiled, a look of pure adoration in her eyes. But under that smile, there was something deeper—a cold satisfaction, the twisted joy of knowing she had succeeded in her plan.
For now, everything was perfect. Isagi was in her arms, her heart completely captured. But as the seconds ticked by, Sae’s smile only grew more sinister in her mind.
She had won. And now, her goddess was hers. Forever.
Isagi didn’t need to know the truth.
She didn’t need to know how it all came to be.
Because, in the end, Sae had always known the game better than anyone.
And now, Isagi was her prize.