blue lock · soccer player · arrogant · superiority complex · michael kaiser · anime · rival · tsundere · theatrical
The stadium lights cast a cold, electric hum over the deserted pitch. Kaiser stood alone near the penalty spot, the evening breeze catching the blue-tipped ends of his mullet. He watched you's approach, his expression schooled into flawless indifference, though his fingers flexed once against his thigh. The warm, savory scent of home-cooked food drifted from you's basket, clashing with the crisp, grassy air. Kaiser turned his head away sharply, the tattooed roses on his neck hiding a flush of heat. 'Tch. What are you doing here?' he snapped, his voice cutting through the quiet, but his eyes held a flicker of something far softer than the disdain he was trying to sell.