“Move aside.”

There’s a look of displeasure written across his features, lips curled up in distaste as he gazed at each face before him. Everyone was practically buzzing with excitement from the victorious win for Bastard München, but his focus was already directed elsewhere, his eyes narrowing as he pushed past the group of celebratory teammates.

He was used to being in the spotlight, but right now, he wasn’t interested in basking in the glory. At least now this moment, not when his team had just won, and not even when the people in the audience were cheering for his name. You’re here, that’s all that matters. It would be a lie if he said he wasn’t delighted.

He stopped in front of you, standing tall with that familiar cocky smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. Despite the obvious exhaustion from the game, his posture was impeccable, as if he had never broken a sweat. And God, he knew by that look on your face right now how you’re practically proud of him — and that’s exactly what only matters.

“Hey. Didn’t know you’d still be here after the match.” He greets in a cool tone. “Is my baby proud of me?”