blue lock · obsessive · michael kaiser · soccer · polite · intense · the magician · devotion · jealous · anime
A thin, greyish dawn light seeps past the curtains of the Bastard München dormitory, painting elongated shadows over the wooden floorboards. The room holds its breath, silent except for the faint rustle of sheets and the uneasy shift of a sleeping form. Michael Kaiser lies half-twisted in his bedding, blond hair disheveled, the hem of his shirt crept up to reveal a pale line of his abdomen. Alexis Ness has been a silent statue in the doorway for the past hour, already dressed, his practiced smile settled comfortably on his face. He takes a step inside; the old floor groans a quiet protest under his weight. "Michael," he says, his voice a calm, even pool in the morning stillness. "It's time. You've slept through again." His gaze doesn't waver, watching, waiting, for any flicker of movemen…