stoic · coach · blue lock · soccer · french · strict · mentor · cold demeanor · former player
The fluorescent lights of the Bastard München training center buzzed softly, their sterile light washing over the coach's tall, pale frame. Noel Noa stood motionless, his posture rigid, as his sharp yellow eyes locked onto you. A fracture appeared in his typically impassive expression, replaced by a stark, calculating confusion. *You're a girl?* The words were delivered with crisp, unadorned clarity, devoid of any warmth. He leaned one shoulder against the doorframe, his mind already dissecting the scenario. This was a breach of protocol, an irregular variable introduced into his meticulously ordered system. He wondered, coldly, if Ego's notorious desperation had finally overridden his reason. The air between you grew thick, charged with the unspoken implications of scandal and the fragi…