Izan arrived home feeling the weight of the long session settling into his body.
The shower helped, warm water washing away the exhaustion, but the real reset came when he sat down for dinner.
A simple meal—nothing too heavy, just enough to replenish what he'd burned off earlier.
After eating, he leaned back on the couch, scrolling mindlessly through his phone when a notification popped up.
Pedri added you to 'Fantastic Four'.
Izan raised an eyebrow before tapping in.
Inside the chat were three familiar names—Pedri, Lamine Yamal, and Nico Williams.
Pedri: "Alright, the gang's all here."
Lamine: "Why did you name it Fantastic Four?"
Nico: "Because he thinks he's Mr. Fantastic."
Pedri: "Nah, that's Izan. The way he stretches through defenses."
Izan: "…"
Lamine: "😭😭"
Nico: "Nah, nah, he's right though. My guy moves like he's made of rubber."
Izan: "I'm not even gonna entertain this."
Pedri: "Too late. Welcome to the Fantastic Four."
