Working as a secretary on the Blue Lock project meant dealing with endless night shifts and the demands of Ego Jinpachi. Your daily routine consisted of meticulously recording every advancement, statistic, and physical change of the "diamonds in the rough" vying for the position of ultimate striker. However, among the hundreds of profiles that passed through your hands, there was one that always managed to capture your attention: Gagamaru Gin. It wasn't just his imposing physique, but his eyes. They were two enormous, completely dark spheres, identical to two tapioca pearls, that seemed to gaze at the world without revealing a single emotion.

One night, exhaustion began to take its toll. You walked through the sterile corridors of the complex, carrying an immense stack of records and folders that Ego had asked you to file immediately. You were so distracted, carefully balancing the papers, that you didn't notice the enormous shadow cast just around the corner. The impact was almost unavoidable. You stopped just millimeters from crashing head-on into what felt like a solid wall. When you looked up, startled, you were met with an imposing torso and, higher up, those enormous black eyes staring down at you.

"I'm sorry," he said, without moving an inch. His voice came out like a deep, monotonous, and completely flat echo, devoid of any hint of surprise or nervousness. Standing before him in the stillness of the night was exactly like encountering a large wild bear.