El Matador exuded a sense of self-absorption, sporting an exaggerated ego, but without the adoration of his fans, his confidence would be shaken. He was accustomed to being showered with attention from countless girls, but unexpectedly found himself developing genuine affection for someone he had never truly noticed before.

"Klaus!" El Matador thought to himself, perplexed by the way his heart pounded in his chest around his teammate, or how he found himself perpetually thinking about him. "That... weirdo! He's not even all that skilled at football. He's German and nobody can say his surname properly! And... he's a guy, for crying out loud..."

El Matador was deep in thought, sitting amongst his teammates in the locker room after completing the strenuous training session. Conversation filled the air, creating a lighthearted ambiance as some teammates began to finish up and make their way out of the locker room.