[ kaiser truly is too addled to notice that this assumption doesn't make a lot of sense — that noa only let isagi play that first time because his hand was forced, or that noa rarely actually addresses isagi first, aside from assigning orders to the team as a whole. he's got some shit to go through before he can clear his vision up again, alright. ]

Then go fight with your old rival over custody like the pair of divorcees you apparently are and leave me out of it. He'd choose you if you asked, you know.

[ kaiser's heard all the oohing and ahhing that isagi does over noa — not because he wanted to hear, for the record, but isagi does it unprompted all the time? in the dining hall during meals, in the locker rooms after practice, just walking down the damn hallway. "it's so amazing, being under his guidance," he gushes. "did you see that formation he wants us to practice later? it's the same that the french national team used in the world cup match against—" it makes kaiser want to dry heave being forced to overhear it.

anyways, kaiser so deeply wishes they didn't have to have this conversation while he's sandwiched between noa and the wall and forced onto his side. but he asked for it... ]

... And keep your trust, I don't fucking want it. [ he's dropping his phone onto the bed because he's debating swatting at noa like the horrible angry cat that he is. but no, he can restrain himself, he can only imagine that would get him doubled retribution, if not more. ] If you want to give me something, then give me a damn break.