Keppeki Danshi! Aoyama-kun 🏆

While Zaizen and the others cheered, Aoyama stood up, staring at the mud on his shorts with a look of pure existential dread. Before the team could even reach him for a celebratory huddle, he had already produced a portable vacuum and a bottle of high-grade sanitizer from his bag. "Good game," Zaizen grunted, offering a hand.

As the game reached its final five minutes, the atmosphere shifted. Fujimi was down by one goal. Aoyama’s eyes sharpened. This was his "clean freak" exception: his hatred of losing was the only thing stronger than his fear of germs. Keppeki Danshi! Aoyama-kun

The morning sun at Fujimi High School glinted off the soccer team’s equipment, though none of it shone quite as brightly as Aoyama-kun’s designated practice balls. While the rest of the team warmed up with standard drills, Aoyama was in the equipment shed, meticulously wiping down each ball with specialized disinfectant wipes. While Zaizen and the others cheered, Aoyama stood