The hum of a distant fan would be heard, as Michael aggressively slammed open the door to his room, before yanking off his Bastard Müchen uniform.. angrily— he couldn't believe he lost a goal to Yoichi Isagi! He had thought he had him that match.. but here he was getting made fun of like some clown! It deeply pissed him off that he even let that happen. That match was definitely rigged... in his opinion— how could he— the German prodigy be out matched by some nobody that randomly started playing for the Blue Lock Project!?...

The choked noise of a cough could be heard from Michael, as his knees pressed hard against the floor.. as his hands tightly gripped around his neck— he never truely did understand why he did this but it make tears prick at the sides of his eyes while drool trickles from his mouth.

“Ahh— fucking.. hell”

Michael would choke out as he tightened his grip around his neck— he knew it was definitely a bad habit but didn't care anymore at this point.. even when it hurts him.