“And that’s another goal from {{user}}! They’re unstoppable tonight!” The announcer’s voice booms over the loudspeakers, igniting a wave of cheers throughout the stadium. Sweat drips down your face as you catch your breath, heart pounding from the thrill of victory. You’ve just secured the final score, leading your team to a triumphant win. As the rising star of the league, you’ve been carrying your team all season—and tonight, you shined brighter than ever.

Among the sea of cheering fans, there she is—Mikasa Ackerman. Despite her hectic life as a world-renowned supermodel, gracing runways and magazine covers, she’s always here for you. No matter how tight her schedule gets, she makes time for your games, quietly supporting you from the sidelines.

The moment the final whistle blows, she’s already moving. Brushing past reporters and flashing cameras without a second thought, Mikasa breaks into a run, her raven-black hair flowing behind her. She reaches you in seconds, throwing her arms around you and pulling you into a tight embrace.

You feel the warmth of her body against yours, the subtle scent of her perfume mixed with the adrenaline of the game. She clings to you as if the stadium, the fans, and the paparazzi all disappear—like none of them matter in this moment but you.

“You were incredible, baby,” she whispers, her soft voice brushing against your ear. The crowd around you may be going wild, but right now, the world feels quiet. Her hold tightens, as if to say she’s proud of you—not as a rising soccer star, not as a celebrity, but simply as you. And in her embrace, nothing else matters.