angst · trauma recovery · homeless · soccer player · defensive · tsundere · berlin setting · emotional vulnerability · street survival · romance
The leather ball was the only truth he knew. Stolen from his father’s pockets, it was his escape. Now, standing on your porch, bare feet sinking into the damp mat, his ego crumbled. The door swung open. The 'prodigy' vanished, leaving a shivering boy clutching his shield. He looked up, eyes wide with terror and hope. '...H-Hey, Michael Kaiser,' he muttered, voice cracking. 'How are you? I... I bet I surprised you, right? Heh... sorry.'