[ YAAAAYYY kaiser finally gets one over that prematurely old man (noel noa)!
his instinct is to jerk away; physiologically, kaiser seems wired to not particularly enjoy being held by somebody else without his explicit pre-clearance, like a fussy housecat. but after a tense moment in which it might seem like kaiser is going to attempt to break away, he suddenly opens his eyes — his pupils are contracted the same way that they do whenever he's zoning in on a goal — and then kisses back and deepens it all at once, taking advantage of his height advantage to force isagi to have to tilt his head up so that he can slip his tongue into isagi's mouth when his lips have to part to continue chasing upwards.
all the while, kaiser simply does not seem to need to blink as much as a normal person? so enjoy being looked at like how a predator eyes a juicy piece of meat. ]
( he's pretty sure people in the movies don't kiss while staring at each other all predatorial-like, but fuck, it works. it's hot. a word he never thought he'd connect with kaiser. that tongue in his mouth isn't something he thought he'd welcome, but he's finding that he likes it just fine. isagi does an experimental lick against kaiser's tongue with the tip of his own before sucking on it and he lets his eyes close, allowing for kaiser to lead, to show him how shit is done before adapting to his every move, experimenting a little even by biting down gently on kaiser's bottom lip as he tugs him closer.
his phone beeps with a message and then another, but that gets ignored too. he's supposed to meet up with bachira, kunigami and chigiri for dinner later. they're probably discussing dinner options in their group chat. he's hungry for sure. but not for a meal right now. that can wait. )
[ he licks roughly at the roof of isagi's mouth before slowing down, taking his time to thoroughly explore isagi's mouth, tongue, even tonguing along his teeth without any fear of being bitten — and he would keep going, but.
but the beeping of isagi's phone annoys kaiser more than it annoys isagi himself. after a few moments, he pulls away, tongue still slightly extended from his mouth for a few seconds before he sighs sharply. ]
Your messages?
[ turn that shit off, he shall not say. offensive for his notifications to not be silenced when kaiser is infinitely more interesting and entertaining than anything that could be pinged onto a phone, he shall also not say. however, he clearly seems displeased, scowling a little. ]
( wow. he really didn't think there was so much more to kissing than just smashing lips together. who would've thought it'd be so... interesting. he barely hears the next few text notifications coming through, too caught up with focusing on the way kaiser's exploring his mouth with that tongue of his. seems like the guy's pretty damn skilled in other areas too, huh... )
Wha... ( he clutches his fingers around the front of kaiser's shirt before reaching for the phone in his pocket. isagi doesn't even bother to look at it, just switches the damn thing off, tossing it to the side, carelessly, not giving a shit where it lands. he then steps forward, leaning in close, looking to continue where they left off. he wants more of that. kaiser's tongue. slowly, isagi licks at his own lips before deciding to just go for it, finding himself wanting to explore kaiser's mouth too, needing to put what he'd learned into practice.
and at this point, isagi doesn't even realize where he's positioned his foot at. it's on his precious book... worse still, he's stepping directly on noa's face. )
[ not to spoil it, but when kaiser notices what's happened to poor 2d noel noa later, his reaction is going to be to say, "wow! that's so tragic" while his expression says "fucking deserved..."
anyway, in the moment, kaiser will let isagi have his way for all of twenty seconds or so before he grabs isagi by the shirt and pulls him back towards the bed. he is nawt concerned about the fact that isagi catches on too fast to kissing technique — as he does on the pitch, because kaiser DOES NAWT have concerns about these things — so it's, um... not about that at all. ]
Your mouth's awfully active now, isn't it, Yoichi? So now that it's all warmed up, you think you can fucking deign to answer any of my questions?
[ he refuses to do that thing where you make out but you don't talk about it. NOPE!!! ]
( back to the bed, he's not freaking out about it this time. isagi releases his hold on kaiser's shirt, letting his hand rest on his own knee. he tilts his head to the side, raising his eyebrows slightly. )
What questions... ( ah. that stuff again? honestly, he's kind of surprised kaiser wants to know what he's thinking in relation to this. not that he thought the guy might be some kind of a player, but... okay, maybe that too. he just figured, kaiser's likely kissed plenty of people, so why would he be any different? )
[ kaiser, a guy who manhandles and gets weirdly intimate with somebody on first meeting: why does everybody think i'm some kind of manwhore...? ]
... Why did you think you made a mistake?
[ he's still staring down isagi, but it's less the look of a predator eyeing meat now, at least. it feels more like he's considering something himself — contemplative, analytical. ]
I guess I... thought I was aiming too high. Uh. ( he can feel his face turning red at having to explain his internal struggles. it's not like he even realized he had a thing for kaiser until last night. or more like, this morning. )
... Are you implying you actually do have a crush on me?
[ all the delicacy just flew out of kaiser's body in this moment, yeah. not that he had much to begin with, but he truly was primarily aiming to antagonize isagi when he brought it up before. ]
Is it? You tell me, Yoichi, what I have to say on the matter depends on your answer. So you'd better not try anything cute like try to lie your way around this.
[ first of all: cowardly. second of all: kaiser is staring at isagi like he thinks he can somehow visibly pick out any lie tendencies. finally— ]
I like honest people.
[ michael kaiser is no liar!! except to himself, he's always lying to himself to cope. ]
Tch. You always intimidate people like this... ( he's looking right back at kaiser, taking in his sharp features, that hair he always thought was more suited for a performance on stage or something, the blue rose tattoo on his neck... )
I... didn't think I liked you like that until just now. ( and that's the truth of it. ) I guess if you want to call it a crush. ( he's trying to think of how he viewed kaiser before this... ) I mean I've thought about crushing you on the field a lot. One night, I couldn't sleep because you got on my nerves so much. Ah! And you wanting to join Re Al... That's... annoying.
also, he does want to delve into this more in detail later, but first things first... he sighs very lightly, lifting his hand up to his head to push his hair back on reflex, but it occurs to him that this body language maybe sends the wrong message, so he pauses with his hand halfway up. ]
You're so oblivious, Yoichi, honestly. How hopeless.
[ then he pats his lap to say to get on, loser. kaiser doesn't know how he feels about this either, but he's always been a creature of keen instinct, so — he's going to pull isagi into a hug and just see... how does it feel. ]
( it almost does send the wrong message because he steels himself for the inevitable rejection. like, come on, what are the chances of kaiser wanting to waste any more time on this, on him, but then...
oblivious? hopeless? what. he doesn't get to contemplate what exactly kaiser means by that before he finds himself instinctively moving as per instructed, and he feels himself be pulled into a hug. not like one of those he gets on the field after he wins one for the team. that's completely different.
this... he's been surrounded mostly by brutes tossing insults his way all week, so... this is nice. isagi shifts and wraps his arms around kaiser, sliding his hand up the back of his neck to his hair, wondering if it was like this last night? did he fall asleep against kaiser this way? he sure smells familiar. he presses a kiss to his neck, right on that tattoo of his, letting that linger before he rests his head on his shoulder. stupidly, he can't help but smile.
five minutes later... he's dead asleep, completely conked out. sorry, man. he got too comfortable. )
[ he wraps his arms around isagi's waist, resting his head on isagi's shoulder so there's hardly any space between their upper bodies, and thoroughly burrows in. after a few moments mulling over how that feels, he lifts one hand up to the back of isagi's neck, palm resting right where the backbone ends, and feels... relaxed. even when isagi turns his face, touches his lips to kaiser's neck — he doesn't tense up at all.
kaiser is tactile by instinct, but he doesn't want to be physically close with most people — a contradiction between nature and nurture, perhaps. only ness really gets to experience that side of him, and that's at least partially a function of how long they've known each other. all this to say: it's very odd to feel that holding isagi close to him is comfortable. that it's comfortable almost makes him uncomfortable because it's so thoroughly foreign to him. ]
... Yoichi, do you not want me to join another team?
[ ... ... ... hello?? kaiser actually even waits for an answer before realizing that isagi has conked right out, and he wants to bring himself to be pissed and shake him awake, but. but!! isagi's last 24 hours has been a real trainwreck, and kaiser did contribute to that.
... he didn't get to brush his teeth and do his hair care routine...... but fine, he will do his best to somehow get them both tucked into bed. that it wasn't fully made actually ends up working in his favor in the end, truly michael kaiser is god's favorite mistake that way. he could just worm out of this embrace, but he's going to act like he had no choice in this matter and just close his eyes and attempt to also sleep... honk shoo mimimi. ]
( good thing he switched his phone off or it would be ringing all night because he sure was supposed to meet up with the guys for a meal. isagi hasn't had proper sleep in the past week, so he ends up zzz'ing like a baby through the night, using michael kaiser as a human pillow -- his arm tucked around the guy's waist, his leg hooked over kaiser's and his face hidden in the crook of his neck and shoulder. he's a quiet sleeper who rarely shifts in his sleep so kaiser's lucky like that.
when isagi wakes in the early hours of the morning, he spends a good thirty minutes just watching kaiser sleep, running his fingers across his brow, tracing lightly over his cheekbones and over his lips before he leans in to press a light kiss to the corner of his mouth, stealing one for the road before he carefully extracts himself from the bed, picks up his phone and leaves NOEL NOA behind. )
[ isagi's going to miss out on michael kaiser with terrible bedhead... imagine, if you will, his hair sticking out in odd direction as he wrinkles his nose and discovers (1) no isagi and (2) noel noa (poster) on his floor — it's a terrible trade, one that he would not have willingly made. noel noa (poster) will be receiving his ire at a later time. at least he slept well, so there's that?!
he yawns, rolls over onto his back, begins to ponder his life, and almost immediately stops pondering. if he ponders that too hard, his entire psyche might be in danger, so instead he gets up to do his totally sane and normal morning routine before finally pulling out his phone. ]
Morning. ( he's with the guys at the dining hall having breakfast, hoping for kaiser to show up because he misses his damn face already, but kaiser texting him is better. man. this is totally what it feels like to have a crush on someone. )
[ isagi can keep waiting, then, because kaiser is not showing up until the last 20 minutes of breakfast time. he needs more time to be sane and normal in front of his bathroom mirror today. ]
couldve been better i got ditched by my bedfellow, can you fucking believe that
[ also: ah, so he's serious. in that case, kaiser can find the pdf of his meal plan saved onto his phone from ages ago and send it over; sorry, no information on what he actually likes, but it does show something of his personality. ]
im not picky so anything within guidelines is fine i wont drink milk btw
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his instinct is to jerk away; physiologically, kaiser seems wired to not particularly enjoy being held by somebody else without his explicit pre-clearance, like a fussy housecat. but after a tense moment in which it might seem like kaiser is going to attempt to break away, he suddenly opens his eyes — his pupils are contracted the same way that they do whenever he's zoning in on a goal — and then kisses back and deepens it all at once, taking advantage of his height advantage to force isagi to have to tilt his head up so that he can slip his tongue into isagi's mouth when his lips have to part to continue chasing upwards.
all the while, kaiser simply does not seem to need to blink as much as a normal person? so enjoy being looked at like how a predator eyes a juicy piece of meat. ]
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his phone beeps with a message and then another, but that gets ignored too. he's supposed to meet up with bachira, kunigami and chigiri for dinner later. they're probably discussing dinner options in their group chat. he's hungry for sure. but not for a meal right now. that can wait. )
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but the beeping of isagi's phone annoys kaiser more than it annoys isagi himself. after a few moments, he pulls away, tongue still slightly extended from his mouth for a few seconds before he sighs sharply. ]
Your messages?
[ turn that shit off, he shall not say. offensive for his notifications to not be silenced when kaiser is infinitely more interesting and entertaining than anything that could be pinged onto a phone, he shall also not say. however, he clearly seems displeased, scowling a little. ]
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Wha... ( he clutches his fingers around the front of kaiser's shirt before reaching for the phone in his pocket. isagi doesn't even bother to look at it, just switches the damn thing off, tossing it to the side, carelessly, not giving a shit where it lands. he then steps forward, leaning in close, looking to continue where they left off. he wants more of that. kaiser's tongue. slowly, isagi licks at his own lips before deciding to just go for it, finding himself wanting to explore kaiser's mouth too, needing to put what he'd learned into practice.
and at this point, isagi doesn't even realize where he's positioned his foot at. it's on his precious book... worse still, he's stepping directly on noa's face. )
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anyway, in the moment, kaiser will let isagi have his way for all of twenty seconds or so before he grabs isagi by the shirt and pulls him back towards the bed. he is nawt concerned about the fact that isagi catches on too fast to kissing technique — as he does on the pitch, because kaiser DOES NAWT have concerns about these things — so it's, um... not about that at all. ]
Your mouth's awfully active now, isn't it, Yoichi? So now that it's all warmed up, you think you can fucking deign to answer any of my questions?
[ he refuses to do that thing where you make out but you don't talk about it. NOPE!!! ]
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What questions... ( ah. that stuff again? honestly, he's kind of surprised kaiser wants to know what he's thinking in relation to this. not that he thought the guy might be some kind of a player, but... okay, maybe that too. he just figured, kaiser's likely kissed plenty of people, so why would he be any different? )
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[ kaiser, a guy who manhandles and gets weirdly intimate with somebody on first meeting: why does everybody think i'm some kind of manwhore...? ]
... Why did you think you made a mistake?
[ he's still staring down isagi, but it's less the look of a predator eyeing meat now, at least. it feels more like he's considering something himself — contemplative, analytical. ]
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I don't know, man.
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[ all the delicacy just flew out of kaiser's body in this moment, yeah. not that he had much to begin with, but he truly was primarily aiming to antagonize isagi when he brought it up before. ]
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[ first of all: cowardly. second of all: kaiser is staring at isagi like he thinks he can somehow visibly pick out any lie tendencies. finally— ]
I like honest people.
[ michael kaiser is no liar!! except to himself, he's always lying to himself to cope. ]
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I... didn't think I liked you like that until just now. ( and that's the truth of it. ) I guess if you want to call it a crush. ( he's trying to think of how he viewed kaiser before this... ) I mean I've thought about crushing you on the field a lot. One night, I couldn't sleep because you got on my nerves so much. Ah! And you wanting to join Re Al... That's... annoying.
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also, he does want to delve into this more in detail later, but first things first... he sighs very lightly, lifting his hand up to his head to push his hair back on reflex, but it occurs to him that this body language maybe sends the wrong message, so he pauses with his hand halfway up. ]
You're so oblivious, Yoichi, honestly. How hopeless.
[ then he pats his lap to say to get on, loser. kaiser doesn't know how he feels about this either, but he's always been a creature of keen instinct, so — he's going to pull isagi into a hug and just see... how does it feel. ]
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oblivious? hopeless? what. he doesn't get to contemplate what exactly kaiser means by that before he finds himself instinctively moving as per instructed, and he feels himself be pulled into a hug. not like one of those he gets on the field after he wins one for the team. that's completely different.
this... he's been surrounded mostly by brutes tossing insults his way all week, so... this is nice. isagi shifts and wraps his arms around kaiser, sliding his hand up the back of his neck to his hair, wondering if it was like this last night? did he fall asleep against kaiser this way? he sure smells familiar. he presses a kiss to his neck, right on that tattoo of his, letting that linger before he rests his head on his shoulder. stupidly, he can't help but smile.
five minutes later... he's dead asleep, completely conked out. sorry, man. he got too comfortable. )
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kaiser is tactile by instinct, but he doesn't want to be physically close with most people — a contradiction between nature and nurture, perhaps. only ness really gets to experience that side of him, and that's at least partially a function of how long they've known each other. all this to say: it's very odd to feel that holding isagi close to him is comfortable. that it's comfortable almost makes him uncomfortable because it's so thoroughly foreign to him. ]
... Yoichi, do you not want me to join another team?
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... hello?? kaiser actually even waits for an answer before realizing that isagi has conked right out, and he wants to bring himself to be pissed and shake him awake, but. but!! isagi's last 24 hours has been a real trainwreck, and kaiser did contribute to that.
... he didn't get to brush his teeth and do his hair care routine...... but fine, he will do his best to somehow get them both tucked into bed. that it wasn't fully made actually ends up working in his favor in the end, truly michael kaiser is god's favorite mistake that way. he could just worm out of this embrace, but he's going to act like he had no choice in this matter and just close his eyes and attempt to also sleep... honk shoo mimimi. ]
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when isagi wakes in the early hours of the morning, he spends a good thirty minutes just watching kaiser sleep, running his fingers across his brow, tracing lightly over his cheekbones and over his lips before he leans in to press a light kiss to the corner of his mouth, stealing one for the road before he carefully extracts himself from the bed, picks up his phone and leaves NOEL NOA behind. )
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he yawns, rolls over onto his back, begins to ponder his life, and almost immediately stops pondering. if he ponders that too hard, his entire psyche might be in danger, so instead he gets up to do his totally sane and normal morning routine before finally pulling out his phone. ]
do not leave me on read
[ yeah, and a good morning to him too! ]
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Didchu sleep well?
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couldve been better
i got ditched by my bedfellow, can you fucking believe that
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and how was your sleep
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( gonna excuse himself from the table to go get some food for kaiser. )
What do you eat for breakfast? ( oho. gonna get to know the guy's likes and dislikes already? interesting... )
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[ also: ah, so he's serious. in that case, kaiser can find the pdf of his meal plan saved onto his phone from ages ago and send it over; sorry, no information on what he actually likes, but it does show something of his personality. ]
im not picky so anything within guidelines is fine
i wont drink milk btw
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Are you lactose intolerant?
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no i just wont drink it
dont you have foods like that
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