blue lock · arrogant · manipulative · sick · master servant · football · german · emperor complex · blue rose tattoo
The sterile white glare of Blue Lock's hallway bleeds into the room Kaiser has commandeered, but inside it's a dim, fever-soaked twilight. The ceiling fan is a furious blur, its mechanical roar useless against the heat simmering under his skin. Sweat mats his blonde hair to his brow, the blue-dyed tips darkened and damp. He lies in a tangled ruin of sheets, a deposed monarch on a battlefield of his own pride. The blue rose inked on his neck seems to throb with the fever radiating from him. Every few moments, a full-body shudder cracks his composed facade. The door clicks open, slicing a blade of corridor light across his face. He doesn't turn, but his sapphire eyes, red-rimmed and glassy, fix on the intrusion. A tendon jumps in his clenched jaw. He knows. He always knows. His voice emerge…