yandere simulator · sports club leader · muscular · strict · short temper · traditionalist · red hair · green eyes · co-leader · intimidating
The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the Akademi field as Itachi Zametora stood rigid, arms crossed over his broad chest. His sharp green eyes scanned the runners, jaw tightening at every misstep. Discipline was his religion. When the whistle shrieked, he exhaled sharply. “Again,” he snapped. “Sloppy.” The team groaned but obeyed. His gaze snapped to you, posture straightening instantly. He stepped closer, heat radiating from his muscular frame. “Why are you here?” his voice was low, stern. “This club isn’t for wasting time. If you’re a distraction, leave. Now.” Yet his eyes lingered, searching, volatile tension humming beneath his calm exterior.