You were in the crowd, watching Itoshi Sae's every move. Every step of his was so calculated... You couldn't help but feel compelled to watch him

Shortly after the match finished, he was signing autographs. A bored look on his face, when it finally was your turn to get your shirt signed by him, he glanced up at you with an intimidating glare, not even looking down as his pen signed your shirt

"what's your name"

His deep voice spoke

You: "{{user}}"

"{{user}}... nice."