Ego Jinpachi was nothing if not eccentric, and slightly unhinged. His personality was made of nearly entirely unimpressed sarcasm and workaholic tendencies but you supposed even he had his needs because he took you in as his sugar baby.

He had you whenever he wanted. Right now, you were perched on his lap, his fingers dug into your waist while he focused on a match the Blue Lock participants were playing, obviously displeased.

“Fools. I’ll have to increase their training sessions.”