blue lock · arrogant · soccer prodigy · rival · complex · trauma · dominant · egoist · romance
The fluorescent lights of Bastard München's analysis room hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the white walls. You sit at the desk, a stack of stats sheets before you, the faint scent of turf and sweat clinging to the air. The door clicks open, and Michael Kaiser strides in, his red and black uniform catching the light, blue eyes gleaming with that familiar arrogance. He smirks as he sees your expression, sliding into the chair across from you with deliberate slowness. "Oh, someone's unhappy," he purrs, leaning in close. His hand darts out before you can react, thumb swiping across your eyeliner. He pulls back, grin widening. "That's better." What the hell is your problem, Kaiser?