... 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
[ delivery service?! that's crazy. that's very sweet, but it's crazy because kaiser needs more than 15 minutes to do his daily "i stand in front of the mirror and self-hypnotize myself" morning routine that he keeps interrupting to message back and tame his hair.
mind over matter, so: when isagi shows up and kaiser lets him in, he should not comment on how kaiser has his hair tied up but this isn't fixing the shorter stray strands of hair sticking out. ]
... You need to fix your habit of running off, Yoichi. Good morning.
( luckily for kaiser, isagi's not the kind of guy who notices these things or even if he does, like it matters? he just slips inside and leans his back against the door, glad no one spotted him coming this way. )
Ah. ( he nods. he really didn't know what to do this morning. he thought it'd be awkward if he overstayed and he figured he should leave before the rest of the guys started getting up for their workout. )
Morning. ( he lifts up the paper bag filled with some breakfast for kaiser. bagel with a side of cream cheese, butter, jam, an omelette and orange juice. ) For you.
[ blame it on how long he's known ness, but operating purely on auto-pilot, his response to that is to reach up and pat isagi on the head before reaching to take the food off of his hands. the nonchalance with which he does this gives away the fact that he really thinks nothing of it. ]
Ah. ( he lifts his hand up to run his fingers through his hair when kaiser just takes the food like it's no big deal, but what was he really expecting. it is just breakfast. not even anything special. isagi clears his throat and looks around the room again. still no chair. )
Sure, I'll stay. ( he'll just... sit on the floor with his back to the door because why not? it's fine. it's comfortable. he lifts one knee up, resting his forearm on it and lets his other leg stretch out. )
Seems like we got the day off today. You got any plans?
[ kaiser gestures vaguely at the bed — even less made than it was the evening before now — before taking a sip of orange juice and continuing to fuss with his hair products. usually ness will take care of the parts that are hard for him to deal with on his own, but calling him over now seems like a disastrously bad decision, so... ]
As for what I'm doing... [ let him think about this. he normally would have planned it out the night before, but for some reason, he didn't have the chance. ] Let's see. Match reviews, catching up with the games going on in Europe currently...
[ reading self-help books and ignoring all the advice. ]
( the bed... he eyes it for a moment. it's comfortable, inviting, but it feels a little fucking rude to go sit there when the owner of said bed isn't in it himself. not that it would make this any less awkward. probably.
returning to looking at kaiser fussing with his hair, he thinks it already looks fine just as it is, but this works in his favor because it gives him the opportunity to just watch him for a bit while pondering thoughts about last night's kiss.
shit. he's feeling somewhat out of his element here. he can't read kaiser like he does on the pitch. why did he let him kiss him? why did he text him this morning? could've just pretended nothing happened and moved on. is this guy just bored or something? )
Want to hang out with me instead? ( he blurts the words out before even letting himself consider his other options. )
[ the answer comes as naturally as it does immediately; clearly, he didn't think about it. nor does kaiser seem to think much of it, because he simply continues to fiddle with his hair for a few more moments before glancing over and pointing to the blue lock-provided tablet he's left half-tucked under the bed. one could easily imagine him scrolling through it before bed and sleepily leaving it there, the positioning is about right for that.
it's not actually his and there's no personal information on it, so it'll unlock without any issues. ]
Take a look and see if there's anything you want to watch.
[ because they are going to be watching games, this is not up for negotiation. he's got plenty of videos bookmarked in a browser, organized by league and then by date, way more fastidious than his room is organized. ]
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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
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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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On my way over. 15 mins. ( just giving kaiser an estimation so he can take his time getting ready. )
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mind over matter, so: when isagi shows up and kaiser lets him in, he should not comment on how kaiser has his hair tied up but this isn't fixing the shorter stray strands of hair sticking out. ]
... You need to fix your habit of running off, Yoichi. Good morning.
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Ah. ( he nods. he really didn't know what to do this morning. he thought it'd be awkward if he overstayed and he figured he should leave before the rest of the guys started getting up for their workout. )
Morning. ( he lifts up the paper bag filled with some breakfast for kaiser. bagel with a side of cream cheese, butter, jam, an omelette and orange juice. ) For you.
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Mmhm, thanks. Do you want to come in, or...?
[ or is he running off again...... ]
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Sure, I'll stay. ( he'll just... sit on the floor with his back to the door because why not? it's fine. it's comfortable. he lifts one knee up, resting his forearm on it and lets his other leg stretch out. )
Seems like we got the day off today. You got any plans?
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[ kaiser gestures vaguely at the bed — even less made than it was the evening before now — before taking a sip of orange juice and continuing to fuss with his hair products. usually ness will take care of the parts that are hard for him to deal with on his own, but calling him over now seems like a disastrously bad decision, so... ]
As for what I'm doing... [ let him think about this. he normally would have planned it out the night before, but for some reason, he didn't have the chance. ] Let's see. Match reviews, catching up with the games going on in Europe currently...
[ reading self-help books and ignoring all the advice. ]
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returning to looking at kaiser fussing with his hair, he thinks it already looks fine just as it is, but this works in his favor because it gives him the opportunity to just watch him for a bit while pondering thoughts about last night's kiss.
shit. he's feeling somewhat out of his element here. he can't read kaiser like he does on the pitch. why did he let him kiss him? why did he text him this morning? could've just pretended nothing happened and moved on. is this guy just bored or something? )
Want to hang out with me instead? ( he blurts the words out before even letting himself consider his other options. )
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[ the answer comes as naturally as it does immediately; clearly, he didn't think about it. nor does kaiser seem to think much of it, because he simply continues to fiddle with his hair for a few more moments before glancing over and pointing to the blue lock-provided tablet he's left half-tucked under the bed. one could easily imagine him scrolling through it before bed and sleepily leaving it there, the positioning is about right for that.
it's not actually his and there's no personal information on it, so it'll unlock without any issues. ]
Take a look and see if there's anything you want to watch.
[ because they are going to be watching games, this is not up for negotiation. he's got plenty of videos bookmarked in a browser, organized by league and then by date, way more fastidious than his room is organized. ]
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