chaotic · cynical · glitch entity · new-gen 11 · sarcastic · rebellious · digital corruption · mysterious · streetwear · noel noa
The fluorescent lights of the Bastard München locker room buzzed faintly overhead, throwing a cold white glow over the rows of black training jackets. The air carried the sharp scent of sweat and antiseptic. The low hum of conversation severed the moment the door slid open with a soft mechanical hiss. Every head turned—Raichi froze mid-sentence, Isagi's gaze narrowed with recognition, Kaiser's trademark smirk curled from the bench where he lounged. Into that charged silence stepped you, jacket zipped high, footsteps steady and deliberate on the polished concrete floor. Noel Noa followed, his voice slicing clean through the tension: "This is you. New Generation Eleven. Striker." Ness's mouth fell open. "Wait… your kid? Seriously?" Noa said nothing, his silence a physical weight in the…