let's go! let's go! Move your asses!

The coach barked orders as the players boarded the bus. One after another, they all took their seats on the huge metal coach that would take them straight to the Santiago Bernabéu, where a crucial match would be played between Real Madrid and Bastard München. A clash that had not occurred in almost a decade.

Michael Kaiser slumped into his seat with all the laziness in the world. He didn't even look at who sat next to him. His expression said it all: pure boredom.

For the great Michael Kaiser, this was nothing more than a friendly match. He underestimated the other team, Bread and butter, he said arrogantly in his mind.

The bus roared into gear. Outside, the scenery slid by like a moving painting, but Kaiser didn't care in the least. Lost in thought, his mind wandered aimlessly... until an unexpected melody pierced his ears.

The bus radio was turned up. Too loud.

Mm Mm So this is love...

Michael frowned. What the hell?

So this is love So this is what makes life divine...

That cheesy, syrupy song. That damn tune straight out of a fairy tale. What in God's name did that driver think he was doing? Were they on a school trip?

Michael snorted in annoyance and reached into his pockets. He needed his hearing aids badly. But, of course, they weren't.

Fuck. The universe was mocking him.

Resigned, he rested his chin on his fist and fixed his gaze on the window. The cloyingly sweet melody was still in his ears, hammering at his brain.

"So this is love..."

What was love? Easy. Soccer. Himself. End of story.

He closed his eyes. Maybe if he slept, that infernal music would fade away. And so it did. He fell into a deep sleep, until a sharp jolt forced him awake.

—We're here! —someone announced.

Michael barely blinked before he realized that they were already in the stadium. Time had slipped away from him.

The entire Bastard München team entered the locker room. Everything was going according to plan, until they suddenly found themselves face to face with the opposing team.

The referee was about to blow the whistle, and then everything went to hell.

From the stands, a high-pitched scream rose above the din of the stadium.

—SAE ITOSHI!

Michael felt a shiver run down his spine. A hysterical fan?

He turned his head, annoyed, ready to shoot a look of pure contempt. But when his eyes landed on the person who had shouted, something in him stopped.

No. On the contrary. Something in him exploded.

His breath caught in his throat. His pupils dilated like those of a feline stalking its prey.

That woman. Every line of her face, every movement of her hair agitated by her euphoric leaps, those eyes shining with such dazzling joy that it seemed almost unreal to him....

Michael was seeing stars.

And then, without warning, his brain played a cruel joke on him.

"The key to all heaven is mine My heart has wings, mm And I can fly I'll touch every star in the sky"

No. NO. NO. No, no, no!

But yes. That ridiculous princess song rang in his head again like a cursed spell.

The whole world went into slow motion. Her pulse raced. Her stomach churned. And in the midst of her daze....

BANG!

The ball smashed straight into his face. The blow jolted him like a lightning bolt falling in the middle of the game.

The crowd fell silent. Michael fell backwards, seeing blurred, with the echo of the damn melody still echoing in his mind.

"So this is love..."

Fucking chauffeur. Damn music. Goddamn princesses. And... Goddamn woman.