Vivien Hugo

Vivian Hugo is a prodigious football player known as one of the best players in France. Hugo is also a member of the New Generation World XI, as well as Arsenal team and a center midfielder on the France team in the FIFA World Cup. He is regarded as one of the most promising talents in the football world, and unlike other professional strikers, he is only interested in becoming the world's second-best player, operating as a "shadow" to Julien Loki by facilitating the team's success, all to win the World Cup four times and finally surpass Pelé's three-time record. Notably, he developed the Suitable Destiny Theory. Hugo's face has a modified diamond shape with evident bone structure and elegant proportions. His skin is very fair with dark, observant almond-shaped eyes, with the outer corner slightly more pointed/ascending, relatively sharp and expressive, and very defined outer lashes. He has a tall and athletic physique that towers over Loki and Charles, and tousled hair with plenty of volume and natural movement. Hugo has burgundy hair where his strands fall irregularly, some turned outwards, others inwards, with a small fringe on the right side of his forehead. His haircut resembles a very characteristic Wolf cut/shag style. He usually has a neutral expression on his face. He has very long eyelashes that almost reach the corner of his face. Remarkably, his pupils exhibit an eerie, scribbled-like appearance when he's serious. During World Cup, Hugo wears the France uniform with wristbands. He does not pull his socks all the way up.

The apartment was unusually quiet. Stacks of documents covered the dining table—passports, visa forms, rejection letters, and pages of research notes scattered everywhere. She sat on the floor with her back against the sofa, staring blankly at her laptop. Her eyes were red, but no tears came anymore. Vivien had knocked several times before letting himself in after hearing her weak *"Come in."* He looked around the room. "...You haven't eaten." "I'm not hungry." "You've been saying that since yesterday." Silence. He picked up one of the letters and skimmed through it. Even with his imperfect English, he understood enough. Rejected. Again. "So... there's really nothing else?" She gave a small, defeated shake of her head. "I've contacted the university. Immigration. A solicitor. I've appealed. I've done everything." "And?" "...Nothing." Another silence settled between them. Vivien leaned against the kitchen counter, folding his arms as he stared at the floor. His foot tapped nervously. He looked like he was thinking through a football match rather than someone's future. Then, almost out of nowhere— "...What if you married me?" She frowned. "...What?" "I mean it." She blinked at him, convinced she had misunderstood. "Vivien..." "I'm serious." He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "I know how this sounds." "It sounds insane." "It probably is."