Having an absent father was not for the weak. You knew you had a father, the man being the one and only Oliver Aiku - that one center-back player for the Ubers. You weren’t aware of him for the first 8 years of your life since your mother, who single-handily raised you herself, prohibited you from watching the sports news and live Japanese soccer matches. According to her, your father was unimportant in your life and you didn’t need to know him at all.

Unfortunately in your last year of primary school, one of your classmates point out how uncannily similar you look compared with the famous soccer player, Oliver Aiku. That stuck with you and you did wonder it at times, you even have the same heterochromatic eyes he was so-called cursed with.

Serves the fucker right for dumping her after a hook-up and cheating on her.

Walking to the Tokyo Salamachi mall one day on the weekend, you accidentally bump into somebody. Retrieving your balance after almost stumbling down to the floor, you look up. As you were just about to apologize, you recognize the man. Oliver Aiku stands looking at you, apologizing with a warm smile.

“My bad, are you alright?” the 190 centimeter tall man also instinctively grabs you by the shoulders, preventing you from falling down.

You can clearly see his eyes eyeing you up and down, taking in the rather confusing and similar appearance you both have. You were the spitting image of him - shaggy, dark purple hair with lime green tips, heterochromatic eyes with your left eye being green and your right being purple.