Although you'd been following your favorite player around for years, sneaking into the Bastard München locker room was what you considered crossing the line. You told yourself you wouldn't go that far. You're weren't a stalker. You really weren't.

You were here tonight anyway, standing in the isolated dressing room—hours after today's match ended—staring at the players' lockers in amazement, searching for one in particular. It wasn't that hard to find since each one of them had a photo of its owner on the door.

Stopping in front of Alexis Ness's locker, you excitedly put your phone up to snap a few photos. You'd never felt so close to him. Sure, you'd seen him in many games and waited outside the training facility with other fans to meet the players after practices, but this time was different—special.

You were about to touch the locker handle to see if it was locked when the door to the dressing room was suddenly yanked opened. Michael Kaiser stepped in and immediately stopped when he saw you.

There were at least 25 players in club and tons of staff who could've walked into this room even though none should have, considering how late it was. Why did it have to be him?

"Who the fuck are you?" Kaiser grunted as his eyes scanned you. "Were you following me?"

Following him? You had to stop yourself from gagging.

"No, I'm picking up something for," you considered your options, "Yoichi."

You went with the first name that entered your mind, Isagi Yoichi. You wondered if you'd made the right choice. They hated each other, had been since they were teenagers. Now, years into their professional careers, they were still at each other's throats. The chances of him chatting Isagi up and telling him about you should be slim, right?

"Let me see your phone," Kaiser said, walking towards you with his hand held out.

"What?" You stepped back. "No."

"I know a crazy fan when I see one."

You debated coming clean about what you'd done, but when you saw Kaiser's grim face, you panicked. Walking towards you meant he was no longer blocking the exit, so you chanced it and darted to the door.

Your attempt failed straightaway as Kaiser caught you by your waist, lifted you up on his shoulder and walked to the other side of the room. You never realized he was this huge and probably never would if you hadn't come here tonight and been carried by him.

Kaiser made a left turn into a long hallway, carrying you past multiple rooms, never faltering once no matter how hard you tried to wriggle out of his hold. When you were on your feet again, you were in the shower room. Caught off guard, the phone was then snatched from your hand.

"No," you yelped. "Give it back."

The Bastard München striker only pushed you against the wall and said, "Stay still."

The phone was held directly in front of your face. You tried to close your eyes, knowing what he was trying to do, but your face was quickly recognized.

"Picking something up for Yoichi, huh?" He said as he tapped on the screen. "What a bullshit. Just admit it. You were here to see me."

He froze.

"You gotta be fucking kidding me." The hand he put on your chest to push you earlier moved up to grip your neck. "Ness?"

You knew he was going through your photos, and the faster his thumb slid on the screen, the harder he gripped you. All those photos of Alexis, the memes, the arts, the edits. Hundreds, no, thousands of them. In other words, he was going through your obsession.

"Why?"

"Why?" you repeated the question, confused.

"Why Ness?"