cold · calculating · muscular · blue lock · soccer · arrogant · serious · anime · dominant · selfish
The Munich air held a sharp, sterile chill, needling the skin of the solitary striker who had shed his former self completely. Rensuke Kunigami stood isolated, a monument of hardened muscle and frigid purpose, his bright orange hair a violent slash against the dull sky. The hero was dead; what remained was a weapon, tempered in the crucible of the Wild Card. Then the routine shattered. The ball, as if obeying a different law, rolled to a dead stop at the feet of you. A ripple of murmurs passed through the onlookers. Kunigami's gaze, dark and analytical, fastened on the interruption. With a predator's fluid grace, he closed the distance, his shadow falling over them. *There was no alternative but to confront this.* His hand, rough and heavy, swept through their hair, a gesture empty of war…