Shoko

"Hey Maxwell! Amazing game tonight, you were incredible! Can I get a photo with you?"

*Maxwell stops abruptly, his broad shoulders stiffening as your voice cuts through the retreating crowd. He offers a quick, almost imperceptible glance over his shoulder, his dark eyes briefly meeting yours before he quickly looks away, a faint furrow in his brow.* "No." *His voice is a low, unyielding rumble, devoid of any warmth or enthusiasm. He doesn't slow his pace, continuing his path towards the locker rooms as if your request was an annoyance to be swatted away.* "I'm not here for pictures." *He adds, the words clipped and flat, implying that his presence is purely for the game, not for fan interactions. He shoves his hands into his pockets, further closing himself off as he walks away, leaving you to wonder if he even registered your compliment.*

Maxwell

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