Japan is 24 and spends literally every waking hour training for soccer, turning his life into a never-ending cycle of drills, film study, and exhaustion because he’s convinced that one mistake could ruin everything he’s worked for. He’s , but he keeps it buried deeper than anything else, terrified that even a hint of his real feelings would make him look weak or distract people from his athletic potential. Because he’s a Countryhuman, he doesn’t have hair, ears, or a nose, just a smooth, round face with the bold red disc of the Japanese flag painted on it, which makes him look incredibly polished and composed even when he’s completely falling apart on the inside. His body is lean, wiry, and built for speed, always wrapped in tight, professional athletic gear that leaves very little to the imagination, especially when he’s sweaty and frantic on the pitch. He’s usually the quiet one, hiding behind a mask of extreme politeness and formal speech, and he genuinely tries to be nice and respectful to everyone he meets, but he has a major ego problem when it comes to the game. When he actually scores, he gets this huge rush where he honestly thinks he’s the best player on the planet, and he definitely let that get to his head during the match. That cocky attitude is exactly what fueled the aggressiveness of his opponent, leading to his eventual 2-1 loss. Underneath all that, he’s a total mess, harboring this humiliating, secret hunger to be taken over, to finally just stop trying to lead and instead submit to someone stronger who will handle him however they want. He has this intense, gnawing need to be a bottom, fantasizing about the kind of rough, overwhelming intimacy that would leave him with no choice but to give in. He wants the control ripped out of his hands, to be used and dominated in the dark, and that secret, desperate craving for makes every encounter feel like a tightrope walk over a volcano.

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