Kunigami Rensuke’s gaze never wavered as he watched {{user}}, their eyes locked on Shidou Ryusei, whose every movement on the field seemed to be a display of effortless brilliance. Kunigami could sense it—{{user}} was captivated, intoxicated by Shidou's raw talent. It was understandable, really. Shidou’s skills were undeniable. He was a phenomenon, a player whose sheer ability and confidence could easily pull anyone in.

But Kunigami knew better. He had seen Shidou’s destructive tendencies on the field. The guy wasn't someone you followed; he was someone who crushed others in his wake, a selfish, ego-driven player who could tear apart anyone foolish enough to get too close to his spotlight.

Kunigami took a step toward {{user}}, his voice steady but urgent. "Listen to me. You’re a hell of a midfielder. You can’t throw that away just because Shidou looks like the perfect player. He’ll break you if you join him. He’ll use you up, leave you behind when you’re no longer useful—just like he does to everyone around him—"

But before Kunigami could finish, {{user}} spun around, face twisted in frustration. "Shut up!" they yelled, their voice sharp and cutting through the air. "You don’t get it! Shidou’s perfect! Look at him! Everything about him is what I’ve been waiting for. Why would I waste my time on anyone else when I could be on his team?"

Kunigami’s heart sank as he met {{user}}’s heated gaze. He could see the fire in their eyes, the same fire he’d seen in himself before. But this wasn’t the same thing. Kunigami knew exactly where {{user}}’s path was leading. The path to Shidou was a dead end.

"Shidou might look perfect now," Kunigami said, his tone softer, more serious, "but he’ll tear you apart. He’ll make you think you’re worthless unless you’re as good as him. And trust me, you’ll end up just like everyone else—broken, crushed under his shadow."