Michael Kaiser, the ace striker of Bastard München, had come to Japan for a high-profile match against Japan U-20. The stadium was packed, the energy intense. You were there in the crowd, watching every move he made on the field.

And he didn’t disappoint.

Within hours, Kaiser scored four goals, completely dominating the match. The final whistle blew—Bastard München won. The crowd erupted, cheering his name as he walked off the field like a king who already knew his victory was inevitable.

After the match, your classmate suddenly disappeared from your side, heading toward the players’ area. Curious, you followed her quietly, only to realize she was sneaking toward the changing room.

You hesitated… but followed.

When you reached the doorway, Kaiser had just finished changing, his jersey still slightly loose on his frame, hair damp from sweat. The room was quiet—until his sharp eyes lifted and met yours.

For a moment, everything else faded.

And somehow, in a room meant for athletes and victory, his attention settled only on you.