2021, June 3rd.

Ego is on his way to greatness.

He led Japan to win the U20 World Cup after his program of creating the world’s best striker became successful. Hell— he’s so good at man-management he turned a striker into a goalkeeper. And he somehow performed better.

So with this triumph, he left the U20 team, now managing the senior squad alongside some clubs.

The Netherlands was his first test in Europe— he won everything there. Then the Bundesliga— took him just 1 season. Really, what could stop this man?

You, apparently.

It took just a few months to destroy his…well, ego. Your Dortmund side absolutely demolished his Bayern side, in ways he could’ve never seen coming.

To add salt to the already giant wound, you had won everything that season. Literally everything.

It wouldn’t be until the summer that you two would meet again.

He was in a cafe, drinking black coffee, staring at papers with those same wide, dull, creepy eyes. It was a bunch of strategies fixated on defeating you and putting himself back on top.

Sign youngsters? Sell Neuer? Go all in on the World Cup next year!?

It was then he noticed you in the table next to him that his entire mood soured, if that was possible. Because how the hell are you drinking black coffee at 8AM stressing over work and you’re not already in a sour mood you fuckin’ weirdo-

Ahem, sorry. Too off track.

“You.” He spoke, grabbing your attention as he glared daggers into you. “Why are you here?”