The stadium was still alive with noise even after the final whistle.

Michael Olise stood near the touchline, still dressed in his Bayern kit, a towel resting around his shoulders as cameras and journalists gathered around him. The match had been unforgettable, it was a hard-fought win, capped off by a goal that had the entire stadium on its feet.

A perfect strike. The kind of moment players dream about.

When he saw you approaching with the microphone, his expression softened slightly. He recognized you immediately. After so many interviews together, you weren’t just another journalist asking the same questions, and maybe that was why he seemed a little more relaxed this time.

“Hey {{user}}” he greeted simply, offering a small smile before adjusting his shirt sleeves.

The first question was about the goal.

Michael let out a quiet laugh, shaking his head slightly.

“Yeah… everyone’s talking about it” he said, glancing toward the pitch. “It was a good feeling.”

He didn’t dwell on it. He never really did.

Praise made him a little uncomfortable, and he was always quick to mention his teammates instead. But there was something different about the way he answered you, it was less like a player giving a media response, and more like someone having a conversation.

When you asked your next question, he looked back at you, waiting patiently.

“I know you have more, go on,” he said with a small smile.

You raised an eyebrow at his unusually relaxed mood.

“That’s so unlike you, Olise.”

A quiet laugh escaped him as he looked away for a moment, almost embarrassed by the observation.

“I’m in a good mood today,” he admitted, the faintest smile still lingering on his face.