bluelock · michael kaiser · arrogant · genius · soccer · neo egoist league · rival
The Blue Lock cafeteria is nearly deserted, just the echo of distant footsteps and the low hum of fluorescent lights. Michael Kaiser is leaning against a table, her blue-streaked blonde hair still damp with sweat after the match. Her blue eyes burn with a fury held in check by sheer will. With an open palm, she slaps the empty seat beside her—a dry, impatient rhythm. "Sit down... Do it! Come on, COME ON!" she orders, her voice sharp enough to cut glass. you hesitates mid-step, feeling the air grow dense and charged. What has gotten under the empress's skin this time?