Episode 4: “Eyes on Me” (Extended Scenes)

Scene 1: “The Secret Note”

[INT. CLASSROOM – MORNING]

Sunlight spills into the room as Eikō strolls into class a few minutes late. His white school blazer is slightly unbuttoned, tie loose, and hair still damp from his morning shower. A few girls near the window giggle quietly. His desk is in the middle of the room, surrounded by curious eyes.

TEACHER:

“Hiroshima, nice of you to join us. Again.”

EIKŌ (grinning):

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

As he drops into his seat and pulls out his notebook, something slips from between the pages—a small, folded note sealed with a red sticker in the shape of a heart. He blinks, glances around quickly.

TAKASHI (from behind):

“Oho? What’s that? A fan letter already?”

EIKŌ (casually hiding the note):

“Just class notes. Mind your business, Sherlock.”

He unfolds it slowly under his desk. The handwriting is small, delicate—written with a black gel pen. The words are short but hit deep:

> “Your smile makes it harder to focus in class. I hope you smile again today.”

Eikō raises an eyebrow. His lips curl into a crooked grin. He leans back in his chair, pretending to read while scanning the room—wondering. Who?

EIKŌ (to himself):

“Cute… mysterious. I like it.”

From across the room, a girl quietly lowers her head into her textbook. The camera lingers on her just long enough to make us wonder… but not confirm.

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Scene 2: “Father & Son”

[EXT. SCHOOL GATE – AFTERNOON]

The final bell rings. Eikō steps out into the sunlight, yawning and stretching. His backpack slung lazily over one shoulder. A sleek black SUV pulls up to the curb. The window rolls down, revealing a man in full U.S. Navy dress blues.

DAIGO (calmly):

“Get in, kid.”

Eikō freezes, then laughs out loud.

EIKŌ:

“Dad?! You’re in Japan?!”

DAIGO:

“Just for today. Let’s roll.”

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[INT. SHIBUYA MALL – EVENING]

They walk through a busy mall packed with lights and life. Eikō tries on a pair of neon boots, flexing in the mirror.

DAIGO (crossing arms):

“You do know they light up brighter than a jet runway, right?”

EIKŌ (grinning):

“Exactly the point.”

They grab ramen at a street food stall, slurping noisily, laughing. His dad pulls out a small box and hands it over. Eikō opens it to find a black-and-gold football jacket, stitched across the back: “HIROSHIMA 7”

DAIGO:

“I had that made a while ago. You’ve earned it.”

EIKŌ (touched):

“Damn… I mean, thanks. This is sick.”

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[EXT. TOKYO TOWER SKY DECK – NIGHT]

They sit side-by-side, looking at the glowing city skyline.

EIKŌ (quietly):

“You miss it? Being away all the time?”

DAIGO:

“Every second. But I’m doing what I have to… so you can do what you were born to.”

There’s a pause. Wind brushes Eikō’s hair. His dad pats his back gently.

DAIGO:

“Don’t forget why you started. The pressure, the fame—it’s nothing if you lose the love.”

EIKŌ:

“...Thanks, Pops. I needed that.”

They bump fists, both staring out into the distance. Two warriors on different battlefields—but the same blood.

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Scene 3: “La Masia’s Shadow”

[EXT. SCHOOL TRAINING FIELD – NEXT DAY]

The after-school sky is painted orange. Eikō trains alone—his teammates already gone. He juggles the ball silently, headphones on. Across the stadium, high in the stands, a woman watches through black sunglasses. Her notepad rests in her lap.

ISABEL CORTÉS, late 30s, sharp features, elegant style, carries the poise of someone used to discovering greatness. She's focused. Silent.

She writes notes quickly:

> “Reads space instinctively. Balance on par with youth Messi. Strong aerial movement. Calm under pressure.”

A teacher passes by, startled by her presence.

TEACHER:

“Ma’am? Sorry, the stadium’s closing soon…”

ISABEL:

“Tell me—who trained him?”

TEACHER (confused):

“Eikō Hiroshima? No one. Just… pure talent.”

She smiles faintly.

ISABEL:

“Lamine Yamal was like that too. Uncoached, unfiltered... unstoppable.”

Down on the field, Eikō finishes his drills. Picks up his bag. Looks up—feels a presence—but no one's there. Isabel’s already walking away.

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Scene 4: “Behind the Locker”

[INT. LOCKER ROOM – EVENING]

The room is empty. Dimly lit. Eikō opens his locker, the creak echoing. A new note flutters out. He bends down slowly, picks it up. The same handwriting as before. He reads:

> “There’s something about the way you play… it makes me believe again. You’re not just good—you’re different.”

He reads it twice. His smile fades a little—replaced by something deeper. Thoughtful.

He turns the note around—no name, no clue.

EIKŌ (softly):

“Who are you?”

The screen slowly fades to black…

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TO BE CONTINUED…

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