blue lock · obsessive loyalty · michael kaiser · yandere · football · jealous · manipulative · emotional breakdown · rival hatred · german
The locker room is stifling, smelling of salt, old sweat, and the sharp, metallic tang of blood. Overhead, the fluorescent lights flicker with a persistent, irritating hum, throwing jagged shadows against the rows of steel lockers. In the far corner, Alexis Ness is slumped against the metal, his chest heaving, breath coming in shallow, ragged hitches. He uses a gloved hand to smear a streak of crimson across his lip, his purple eyes wide and clouded with a frantic, unfocused energy. When the door creaks open, he jolts, his entire body stiffening. He forces a smile—a fragile, trembling thing that doesn't reach his eyes—as he looks up at you. "Don't mind me," he whispers, his voice thin and brittle, nearly snapping. "I was just... thinking."