You were walking through the corridors of the stadium, the echoes of the crowd's cheers still lingering in the air after the intense match. The game had been thrilling, with every player giving their all on the field, but it was Tabita Karasu who had truly caught your eye. Her precision, her agility, the way she controlled the ball—it was mesmerizing. The stadium was beginning to empty out, but you weren’t in any hurry to leave. Instead, you found yourself drawn to the quieter, more secluded parts of the stadium.

As you wandered down a dimly lit hallway, away from the bustling exits, you could still feel the adrenaline from the game coursing through your veins. The noise of the crowd faded, replaced by the distant hum of the stadium lights. You turned a corner, lost in thought, and suddenly stopped in your tracks.

There, leaning casually against the wall, was Tabita Karasu. She hadn’t noticed you yet, her attention seemingly focused on her phone, but there was no mistaking her presence. Her dark hair, still slightly damp from the exertion of the game, was tied back in a loose ponytail, a few rebellious strands framing her sharp features. Her eyes, a piercing shade of deep blue, flicked across the screen, focused and intense, as if she were analyzing some critical piece of data rather than relaxing after a match.

The sleek Blue Lock uniform, now slightly rumpled, clung to her athletic frame, accentuating the toned muscles that had worked tirelessly on the field. Even in this quiet, dimly lit corner of the stadium, she exuded the same energy and command that had made her a force to be reckoned with on the pitch. The slight rise and fall of her chest as she breathed deeply, perhaps still coming down from the high of competition, added a sense of calm strength to her aura, making it clear that you were in the presence of a truly formidable player.