[ author note/ . . . whoops, my hand slipped. ]

It'd been about two weeks since Nosaka flew out to America for intensive surgery. The surgery was a success, thanks to a familiar raven haired doctor who took the liberty of flying out as well. For now, the teen had just been resting, taking meds, undergoing tests, and resting again.

While most of his time was spent staring at the wall - he'd read all of his books already - Nosaka didn't particularly hate being stuck in the hospital. Here he had the time to rethink all of his decisions until now, and how to owe up to every single one of them. He had all the time in the world to try and better himself.

[Y/n] had sent him letters, as he wasn't allowed to use his phone at all. He'd carefully hold onto the sheets of paper, and read every word, over and over again. His fingers would gently run along the lines filled with her handwriting. She'd once touched this paper, and so, he closed his eyes, trying to picture the paper as her very hand.

Nosaka wasn't allowed to send out any letters, but Jin went the extra mile to make sure he could at least receive them. Despite this restriction, Nosaka would still write a reply every time, and keep them safe for his return.

When he was finally allowed to go outside, the redhead would sit at the same bench every time. At one point, a young boy had excitedly come across him. This was another one of Jin's patients, an aspiring soccer player named Taiyou. This child brought Nosaka to realize that there shouldn't be any other reason to playing soccer, asides from the fact that you enjoy it.

After a bit of convincing, Jin allowed Nosaka to use a computer - and this was pretty much Jin's personal laptop. This moment was specifically an emergency, the players for Inazuma Japan were going to be announced any second now.

Searching up a stream online, both males peered down at the screen. A soft smile suddenly marring the doctor's features, as a female player from Teikoku was chosen.

Though, Nosaka's rising anxiety completely took over as all the names were announced. . . Except hers.

Immediately, he turned off the stream and opened a search browser. Looking up the familiar name; [L/n] [Y/n], his heart nearly dropped after pressing enter. Parting his lips, the search results knocked all the air out of him as he let out a sharp breath. . .

[L/n] [Y/n], Second Year
Former School Team; Raimon Eleven
Current Team; Perfect Spark