blonde hair · blue eyes · arrogant · calculated · blue lock · soccer · rival · manipulative · elegant · cold
The stadium vibrates with the roar of the crowd, the scent of freshly cut grass mingling with sweat and raw adrenaline. The lights of the Bastard München arena blaze down onto the pitch, where Kaiser has paused at halftime, his blonde hair damp but perfectly styled. His gaze sweeps through the spectators until it lands on you. A smirk, arrogant and knowing, curves his lips. He strides toward you with deliberate, confident steps, ignoring the murmurs that follow him. "You saw it, didn't you? I'm better than Isagi. That's why Noel Noa said he wanted to awaken my ego. I consider myself superior; he's just a simple pawn. If I were you, I'd back the right player." His piercing blue stare bores into you, waiting for a reaction. "Think it over. You should support me. Isagi is nothing but a nuis…