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“Egoist4 will devour you guys,” Isagi says, a glint in his eyes. Nagi hadn’t expected to run into Isagi outside on the way to the Blue Lock livehouse, but he’s glad he did. Seeing Isagi reignites his motivation, the reason he signed up his own band to participate in the huge band tournament.“Yeah, we’ll see,” Nagi says. He believes Isagi can easily devour him, Isagi is that good. But he wants to beat him. He needs to. “Anyone can win this tournament, Isagi. Might as well be us.”Isagi’s grin widens and Nagi’s stomach flips. It’s strange how it got to this point. Only weeks ago, Nagi was losing interest in performing. He’s glad Reo discovered and invited him, though, he is. He enjoys playing with Reo and Zantetsu, but at the same time, singing and moving on stage for so long was sweaty and tiring, and it’d started to feel like going through the motions.Then he saw Isagi on stage. Powerful, dazzling, bright. It was all-consuming, his voice, his presence. Everything changed. Something lit up in Nagi, a flame he didn’t know was there igniting, being kindled every time he saw Isagi. A desire to be better, to win, overtook Nagi in a way that he never felt until now. But whether that was more powerful than to just be in Isagi’s light, drowning in him, was not clear.“See you on stage then, genius,” Isagi says, starting to turn away.Wait, Nagi wants to call out. He wants to keep talking to him, getting to know the creature who is Isagi Yoichi. The creature who’s nice and friendly, but can switch into rage and smack talk in a second. The shorty who, even though he sucks at the guitar, still practices and tries so hard in a way that Nagi’d struggled to understand at first.Hey… can you stop? Why are you trying so hard? You aren't doing well, it's too noisy and I wanna sleep, Nagi had said when seeing Isagi for the first time. Isagi had been practicing the guitar in the back room of a live house after Nagi's band, Vivacity, named by Reo, performed. Isagi had glared at him in a way that got under his skin. You’re the one pissing me off, he’d said, and left.Now, Nagi stands watching Isagi's retreating back, hours away from being competitors in the band tournament.“Yeah,” Nagi says. “Later, egoist.”Words, phrases, pop into Nagi’s head, flashing behind his eyes. Blue eyes. Smile. Flame. Heart pounding. Sparkling. Light. Drowning.Maybe after the tournament he’ll write them down, and for the first time in his life, turn thoughts and feelings he didn’t know how to explain into lyrics. The only other time he wrote lyrics he couldn't think of anything so he wrote them about Choki, so Reo usually just does it.Now he feels inspired in more ways than one.Nagi continues his way to the live house, feeling more alive than ever before.