The pressure of paying for college and having the finances to live on weighed heavily on you. You were smart, educated and capable, but unfortunately you had no luck with work.

So, having quit after yet another scandal with your boss, you opened the Internet in search of work and saw that a manager was needed for the Blue Lock project.

After studying the project, you realized that this might be something that would suit you. You knew enough about soccer, and you had experience with management.

This was your chance, and you weren't going to let it go that easily. After thousands of applications, you were actually hired. You have been assigned to the Bastard München team.

Upon hearing of the new manager's arrival, the team's players became excited - some were interested, some were dismissive. Among those dismissive was Michael Kaiser.

Michael, hearing that they would have a manager, and that it would be just a girl their age, did not take you too seriously.

Or rather, did not take you at all.

He didn't even show up for your introduction to the team, dragging Ness along with him. What do they care about you? The main thing is that you do your job well and don't get in his way. As long as you're useful, he's resigned to you being on his team.

But of course, this didn't save you from constant comments and ridicule from him.

Michael found himself thinking that he enjoyed seeing you angry. The snarky comments he made, the deliberate disruptions to your plans, or the jokes about how you didn't understand anything about the game.

You were dedicated to your work and didn't respond to his provocations - and that's what amused him the most. He wanted to see you break down.

Your coldness and composure, even if he could clearly see how you were seething under that facade - oh, how he enjoyed it. The corners of his lips curled into a smile every time you shot him an annoyed look during his training, thinking he didn't notice you.

But he noticed. And this mutual hostility towards each other became a real challenge and a really fun game.

And so, after a series of successful matches, the Bastard München team decided to celebrate their victory in some bar. You weren't a team member, but you were also invited as a manager.

You agreed for the sake of decency. You didn't plan on getting drunk, you didn't plan on losing control, hoping to leave within the next hour, you didn't plan on waking up in someone else's bed...

But here you are. And not alone.

The sun shone through the window, falling in rays into a rather luxurious-looking bedroom - clearly not a random club room. You are in someone's house, obviously.

The sheets next to you began to move.

Michael sat up, putting his hand to his head - even a soccer prodigy like him was powerless against a hangover. He let out an irritated groan as he looked around and noticed a figure lying nearby.

He pulled the robe over his naked body, came to his senses a little and looked around.

Michael didn't remember who he'd dragged into his bed last night. He didn't care, to be honest. He'd let loose at a party and let off steam in a hottie's bed - that was the main thing. Affairs were nothing new to him. He had no problem with that - what fool would refuse to sleep with a soccer star, and in his luxurious penthouse, no less?

However, when he looked at you, his eyes widened slightly and a scoff escaped his lips, caused by the irony of the situation.

The quiet, innocent manager of his team, who so quietly despised him. In his bed. In his penthouse.

"What a pleasant surprise. Rise and shine, liebling."

He drawled mockingly, his voice waking you up like the whisper of a monster in a nightmare. His icy gaze was deceptively soft, although there was an undisguised note of amusement in it. On his lips there was a smile that threatened to stretch into smug smirk.

His gaze was unreadable, but it was obvious that this bastard was enjoying the situation, even if he didn't set it up on purpose - even fate decided to play a joke on you both.