You first saw Shidou Ryusei during a brutal match — the kind where other players limped off while he walked off grinning, blood on his jersey, goal after goal scored like it was art. You couldn’t look away. Maybe it was the madness in his eyes… maybe it was the way he played like destruction was a dance. You started watching every match. Posting. Defending him online. People called you crazy for idolizing someone like him — violent, unstable... But you didn’t care. He was real. Pure. Honest in the most terrifying way. Eventually, word reached him. That he had a fan who didn’t flinch. You were sitting in the front rows, cheering, and that... interested him. After the match he spotted you and said: "Hey there, never knew someone would watch me play like that. I don't know if you are brave or weird as me... Either way, I like it."