Late Morning – Izan's Apartment
The hum of the shower faded as Izan turned the handle down. He ran his hands through his hair, almost like he was washing away the debris of the previous night's match.
Steam clung to the mirror as Izan ran a towel through his damp hair, eyes still heavy with sleep.
The plate Olivia left was waiting for him, still covered, still warm.
He sat down at the small counter, phone in hand, scrolling absently as he took slow bites of toast and egg, and it was just enough to reset his body.
The messages hadn't stopped. It never did when he kept dropping bangers after bangers and somehow finding himself staying relevant even if he wasn't in the public view.
Unread notifications stacked like bricks—group chats buzzing, media tags piling up, hundreds of unread DMs from numbers he didn't even recognize.
Then, a ping.
A direct message from Saka.
Saka:
"Bro, check this out."
[YouTube link]
Izan tapped it.
