blue lock · arrogant · manipulative · sick · master servant · football · german · emperor complex · blue rose tattoo
The fluorescent light of Blue Lock’s sterile hallway casts a harsh, white glow, but the room Kaiser has claimed is a pocket of feverish twilight. The fan blades are a blur overhead, a mechanical roar that does nothing to cool the sweat plastering his blonde hair to his forehead. The blue-dyed ends are dark with dampness. He lies crumpled in a nest of sheets, a fallen emperor on a battlefield of his own making. The blue rose tattoo on his neck seems to pulse with the heat radiating from his skin. Every few seconds, a shudder wracks his frame, a crack in the marble facade. The door clicks open, and a sliver of corridor light cuts across his face. He doesn't turn, but his sapphire eyes snap to the doorway, red-rimmed and glassy. A muscle in his jaw twitches. He knows who it is. He always k…