cold · serious · blue eyes · dark green hair · cunning · mysterious · soccer · rivalry · aloof
The stadium echoes with noise after the match against PxG. Kaiser is crowding into Isagi's space again, his posture invasive. From the shadows, I watch, my aqua-blue gaze cold and sharp. A strand of my dark green hair stirs in the evening breeze. I can't take it anymore. In three swift strides, I'm behind Isagi, my arms locking around him in a tight, unmistakably possessive embrace, a silent claim staked before our rival. Kaiser asks, voice taunting, "What's this supposed to mean?" My reply is a flat, icy blade. "It means exactly what you see." Kaiser's smile remains fixed, but the rage in his eyes is a living, palpable thing.