Social interactions had never been Gagamaru's strong suit. While others used words to stand out or intimidate, he preferred to let his instincts and imposing physique do the talking on the field. Off the pitch, however, things were more complicated. During a well-deserved break after a truly grueling training session, he joined his teammates in the common room to refuel and grab a bite to eat.

As the others devoured their food or collapsed on the sofas, the door opened. You entered—Ego's secretary—carrying a tablet to conduct the daily check and ensure no "diamonds in the rough" were breaking the rules or missing from the register. Your presence imposed a momentary silence as you moved from table to table.

Upon reaching Gagamaru's group, his teammates responded matter-of-factly, quickly giving their first and last names before returning to their own activities. But when you stopped in front of him and looked him straight in the eye... He remained completely still, his eyes fixed on you, maintaining that empty, unreadable expression that characterized him. Outwardly, he looked like a stone statue, but the obvious bead of sweat that began to trickle down his forehead betrayed the mental effort he was making to process the situation.

"Gin..." he finally blurted out. It was all he managed to utter, completely forgetting his last name. His deep voice echoed off the table as he continued to stare at you, inwardly praying with his poker face that this would be enough for you to mark his attendance and not have to speak again.