[ things have generally not been going well in kaiser's life as of late, most of which he blames on isagi, so it's quite gratifying to see isagi have a thoroughly bad day and know in the back of his mind that he contributed significantly to it. you know, kind of like how a bully with a playground crush enjoys yanking on his crush's pigtails...
but mercifully enough, he actually does reply to that text fairly quickly. ]
? can you prove youre responsible enough to deserve having it back?
( stops halfway through his walk to the showers and he checks the message on his phone, half-suspecting it might be some kind of a spam message, but also half-hoping that it's kaiser. funny how he's still surprised when he sees the text is from IGNORE THIS. so much for that name change in his contact's list... clearly he's not ignoring the idiot. )
Oi! Of course it wasn't terrible for you. I was the one who made a fool of myself, so you're PSYCHED?! HAPPY?! Gonna lord it over me? Well, fuck you, Kaiser.
[ he is never doing anything nice in his entire life for isagi ever again, wow! ]
wow wooooow ok.
yoichi, can i remind you? youre the one who keeps digging at the wound you dont get all worked up like this when im actually trying to piss you off, so whats the big deal now of all times? [ stop hitting yourself. ]
( good question. why is he so worked up over this? probably because ever since he woke up, all he can think about is this dumbass and he's pretty sure if he would just give him back his book, things can go back to normal. and by normal he means he will no longer have weird thoughts about kaiser. )
I'm at the locker room. I'm not leaving until you give me back my book.
enjoy living the rest of your life in the locker room, then
[ and then he will go about his day, unbothered and moisturized in his lane.............. is what he would love to do, but around 90 minutes or so later: ]
[ he types out a message, something to the effect of "you're going to have a hard time 'destroying me' tomorrow or whatever it was you said", but on second thought.
on second thought, and debatably a worse thought, he decides to show up in person, without the book. nonchalantly, he plops himself down next to wherever isagi is sitting, kind of... intrusively close, to be honest. but he literally changed isagi into his pajamas less than 24 hours ago, so kaiser kind of doesn't give a fuck. ]
( he doesn't look up when he hears him approach. can tell even before he spots that familiar pair of shoes in his peripheral vision that it's kaiser. he only straightens up when kaiser sits down next to him, stupidly close, too close, but whatever. he's still got his shirt dumped carelessly over his lap, he hasn't showered but at least he's no longer sweaty.
isagi glances over and isn't surprised to see kaiser hasn't got the book in his hands. not exactly surprising. it's not really the book he wants anyway. it feels like he's been waiting for hours and his thoughts hasn't strayed much beyond wanting to...
he clenches his fist and sucks in a deep breath, but instead of swinging a punch at kaiser, he grabs a fistful of his shirt instead and leans in close as he pushes him roughly back against the wall, pressing his lips over his. he thinks... he wants... no, he needs to just purge this out of his system. he figures once he's done it, then he'll realize that...
oh. kaiser's lips are stupidly soft like a girl's. not that he knows what kissing a girl is like, but... it's just surprising. )
[ kaiser's game sense might be methodical, but when it comes to clutching up, kaiser's always played purely on instinct. he reacts almost instantly to isagi moving, reaching out to grab isagi by the shoulder to blunt some of the impact of that push, and then—
alright, admittedly not the angle that kaiser was expecting, but he can roll with it. later on, isagi shouldn't mention the half second that kaiser seemed like he was about to raise his hackles and hiss like an angry cat because he legitimately thought that isagi was trying to pick a fistfight with him. a kiss, though — he lets it go through without resisting for a few beats, and then raises his forearm to isagi's chest and pushes him away.
also, kaiser is a man who uses lip balm and has 32 separate hair and skin products and he very much wants that to be appreciated, so. ]
( when kaiser pushes him back, he leans away, dark blue eyes staring into light blue ones, feeling like his heart is pounding a little too hard in his chest. he hears the question and... well, kaiser's gonna have to give him a minute here.
isagi can't really tell if he liked kissing the guy or not. but he knows one thing for sure. he didn't dislike it. in fact... he loosens his grip on kaiser's shirt, but he doesn't pull back and away. instead he tips kaiser's chin up with his index finger and moves his thumb across his bottom lip. is this what it feels like to be a damn moth attracted to some fucking flame? this can't be good. )
[ those are fighting words. kaiser opens his mouth to rebut, but he thinks better of it, smacking isagi's wrist to force his hand away before brusquely grabbing isagi's shirt out of his lap — no, he doesn't give a fuck if he gets his grubby hands on isagi's thighs in the process, this is not about that — and crams it over isagi's head. he won't be reprising the night before and literally dressing isagi, though, isagi can do the rest himself.
also, the hand on the chin thing is his move!! he did it first!!! fuck off!!!! ]
Put that on, clown, we're not doing this here.
[ if somebody walked in on them, or even worse, if a camera happened to catch this: kaiser would be forced to immediately start attempting to kill himself on livestream.
anyway, he's not waiting for isagi to fully put his shirt back on before he grabs him, pulls him up, and begins pushing him out of the locker room. isagi gets no points for guessing where kaiser is leading them. at least he's getting closer to his book? ]
( the slap to his wrist and the sudden grab of his... okay, shirt, wtf, surprises him enough. is this kaiser's way of telling him to fuck off or what? he can't tell and now he can't see because isagi's blinded by his shirt being shoved over his head and... being called a clown. okay... before he can even attempt to make some kind of an apology, he's being grabbed and shoved out of the locker room. it's all very confusing and a little scary because it's kaiser. )
Uh--what are we doing..? ( isagi's words are muffled before he manages to put his shirt back on properly. where are they going? is he being led outside to get beat up because of the kiss? )
Should've asked yourself that before you started some shit, Yoichi.
[ they are not going outside to throw hands, but kaiser is steering both of them to his room — the possibility of throwing hands remains nonzero, though. he has his hands on isagi's shoulders and is literally pushing him from behind, which also probably looks incredibly goofy to the cameras, but kaiser isn't thinking about that (much) at the moment.
anyway, when they arrive in front of his door, kaiser opens it and promptly shoves isagi inside before stepping inside himself. the #kaisagi tag on twitter is going wild, probably.
kaiser stands between isagi and the door very deliberately. he crosses his arms, and nails isagi with the kind of look he normally reserves for when his eyes go sicko mode and sees some shot course that nobody else in blue lock could reliably nail, but he can because he's michael fucking kaiser.
if isagi feels like risking breaking eye contact, he'll note his book is on kaiser's nightstand. ]
... So, what's all this about? Did you get all fucking flustered embarrassing yourself in front of your crush? Is that what this is?
( kaiser's room. he's in kaiser's room of all places. he'd thought about what it would look like, probably full of fancy shit, but now he doesn't even dare to look around. the moment he got shoved inside he'd turned to face kaiser, his eyes fixed on him. he definitely didn't think this through. that kiss, it wasn't exactly planned. it just sort of happened. so kaiser's question about... )
My crush? ( that confuses him. ) What? Look, I don't... This isn't... ( he sighs in frustration and runs his fingers through his hair. ) I don't know why, okay? Don't know why I did it. I just wanted to and I did it. Like... if there's an opportunity for a goal, you take it. ( okay, not a great analogy in this case, but that's basically the gist of it. )
[ it's actually fairly lowkey; kaiser either packed light or he isn't one to accumulate much non-practical stuff or both at the same time. however, his bed isn't fully made and there are some signs that kaiser isn't very good at putting things back where they came from, various self-care items presumably for his hair and skin are scattered across different locations. his hairbrush is also on his nightstand, not too far from isagi's book...
also: Wrong Answer! ]
Oh? Should I take that to mean you go around kissing people often, then? I'm sure the opportunity comes up every now and again.
[ he doesn't need to be mentally torturing isagi like this. but he can't help it... ]
( opportunities to kiss people come often? eh? he's never really thought about any of that before today. or last night. he lets out another sigh and at this point, he looks away, a flush of embarrassment creeping up his cheeks, but he's glad this room isn't that brightly lit. )
That was uh my first time... ( first kiss and all. this jerk wants to insult him by making it seem like he's some kind of a player when it should've been obvious he doesn't have a lot of experience in that department. the fuck... )
Ah. ( whatever else he wanted to say though, he doesn't end up saying it because he sees it now -- his book. gonna just make an attempt to grab that real quick and they can end this whole shit and go for round two of let's pretend nothing happened. )
[ isagi can do that, but where is he going to go after? kaiser is still standing right in front of the door; he thought about this when he chose where to position himself. turn on your metavision, scrub. ]
Your first time?
[ now he's confused. he was just trying to be annoying before, when he asked if isagi has a crush, but like... huh?? ]
... You make no fucking sense to me, Yoichi.
[ doesn't know when to give up, bizarrely thrives under pressure... isagi is like some alien creature out of kaiser's fever dreams in how thoroughly incomprehensible he feels to kaiser sometimes. ]
What exactly did you think you were accomplishing?
You. ( he sucks in a breath and tries for a more elaborate response to that question. ) I wanted to stop thinking about you. ( might as well spit out the truth. )
Usually it's about the game... how I can get better, how I can beat you. This time... because of last night... ( it messed that up completely. all he could think about after seeing kaiser this morning were the bits and pieces of memory he had of the night before and he desperately wanted to complete the pieces of that puzzle -- to figure out what it all means. )
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but mercifully enough, he actually does reply to that text fairly quickly. ]
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can you prove youre responsible enough to deserve having it back?
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Huh? I paid for it. It's mine.
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so as of right now: actually its mine?
[ he thinks?? it was isagi trying to show gratitude or something, not that kaiser even wants the book. ]
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you arent prepared to take responsibility for your choices?
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[ which, first of all, the hypocrisy of him to say that— ]
but why would that be necessary? explain it to me
what about it was soooo terrible that i need to wipe my memory of it
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wow
wooooow
ok.
yoichi, can i remind you? youre the one who keeps digging at the wound
you dont get all worked up like this when im actually trying to piss you off, so whats the big deal now of all times? [ stop hitting yourself. ]
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I'm at the locker room. I'm not leaving until you give me back my book.
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[ and then he will go about his day, unbothered and moisturized in his lane.............. is what he would love to do, but around 90 minutes or so later: ]
are you still there
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What do you think? ( sends a picture of the empty locker room. that, and his middle finger. )
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on second thought, and debatably a worse thought, he decides to show up in person, without the book. nonchalantly, he plops himself down next to wherever isagi is sitting, kind of... intrusively close, to be honest. but he literally changed isagi into his pajamas less than 24 hours ago, so kaiser kind of doesn't give a fuck. ]
Hi, Yoichi.
[ that's all he has to say for himself. ]
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isagi glances over and isn't surprised to see kaiser hasn't got the book in his hands. not exactly surprising. it's not really the book he wants anyway. it feels like he's been waiting for hours and his thoughts hasn't strayed much beyond wanting to...
he clenches his fist and sucks in a deep breath, but instead of swinging a punch at kaiser, he grabs a fistful of his shirt instead and leans in close as he pushes him roughly back against the wall, pressing his lips over his. he thinks... he wants... no, he needs to just purge this out of his system. he figures once he's done it, then he'll realize that...
oh. kaiser's lips are stupidly soft like a girl's. not that he knows what kissing a girl is like, but... it's just surprising. )
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alright, admittedly not the angle that kaiser was expecting, but he can roll with it. later on, isagi shouldn't mention the half second that kaiser seemed like he was about to raise his hackles and hiss like an angry cat because he legitimately thought that isagi was trying to pick a fistfight with him. a kiss, though — he lets it go through without resisting for a few beats, and then raises his forearm to isagi's chest and pushes him away.
also, kaiser is a man who uses lip balm and has 32 separate hair and skin products and he very much wants that to be appreciated, so. ]
...
[ hang on, he has something to say. ]
... Did you get what you wanted out of that?
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isagi can't really tell if he liked kissing the guy or not. but he knows one thing for sure. he didn't dislike it. in fact... he loosens his grip on kaiser's shirt, but he doesn't pull back and away. instead he tips kaiser's chin up with his index finger and moves his thumb across his bottom lip. is this what it feels like to be a damn moth attracted to some fucking flame? this can't be good. )
Is that all you got?
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also, the hand on the chin thing is his move!! he did it first!!! fuck off!!!! ]
Put that on, clown, we're not doing this here.
[ if somebody walked in on them, or even worse, if a camera happened to catch this: kaiser would be forced to immediately start attempting to kill himself on livestream.
anyway, he's not waiting for isagi to fully put his shirt back on before he grabs him, pulls him up, and begins pushing him out of the locker room. isagi gets no points for guessing where kaiser is leading them. at least he's getting closer to his book? ]
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Uh--what are we doing..? ( isagi's words are muffled before he manages to put his shirt back on properly. where are they going? is he being led outside to get beat up because of the kiss? )
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[ they are not going outside to throw hands, but kaiser is steering both of them to his room — the possibility of throwing hands remains nonzero, though. he has his hands on isagi's shoulders and is literally pushing him from behind, which also probably looks incredibly goofy to the cameras, but kaiser isn't thinking about that (much) at the moment.
anyway, when they arrive in front of his door, kaiser opens it and promptly shoves isagi inside before stepping inside himself. the #kaisagi tag on twitter is going wild, probably.
kaiser stands between isagi and the door very deliberately. he crosses his arms, and nails isagi with the kind of look he normally reserves for when his eyes go sicko mode and sees some shot course that nobody else in blue lock could reliably nail, but he can because he's michael fucking kaiser.
if isagi feels like risking breaking eye contact, he'll note his book is on kaiser's nightstand. ]
... So, what's all this about? Did you get all fucking flustered embarrassing yourself in front of your crush? Is that what this is?
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My crush? ( that confuses him. ) What? Look, I don't... This isn't... ( he sighs in frustration and runs his fingers through his hair. ) I don't know why, okay? Don't know why I did it. I just wanted to and I did it. Like... if there's an opportunity for a goal, you take it. ( okay, not a great analogy in this case, but that's basically the gist of it. )
... Sorry.
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also: Wrong Answer! ]
Oh? Should I take that to mean you go around kissing people often, then? I'm sure the opportunity comes up every now and again.
[ he doesn't need to be mentally torturing isagi like this. but he can't help it... ]
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That was uh my first time... ( first kiss and all. this jerk wants to insult him by making it seem like he's some kind of a player when it should've been obvious he doesn't have a lot of experience in that department. the fuck... )
Ah. ( whatever else he wanted to say though, he doesn't end up saying it because he sees it now -- his book. gonna just make an attempt to grab that real quick and they can end this whole shit and go for round two of let's pretend nothing happened. )
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Your first time?
[ now he's confused. he was just trying to be annoying before, when he asked if isagi has a crush, but like... huh?? ]
... You make no fucking sense to me, Yoichi.
[ doesn't know when to give up, bizarrely thrives under pressure... isagi is like some alien creature out of kaiser's fever dreams in how thoroughly incomprehensible he feels to kaiser sometimes. ]
What exactly did you think you were accomplishing?
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Usually it's about the game... how I can get better, how I can beat you. This time... because of last night... ( it messed that up completely. all he could think about after seeing kaiser this morning were the bits and pieces of memory he had of the night before and he desperately wanted to complete the pieces of that puzzle -- to figure out what it all means. )
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Alright. [ ... alright... he points at his half-made bed. ] Put the book down and sit. Just be good and listen to me for once.
[ technically, this is a threat, since kaiser is not moving his ass away from the door otherwise. ]
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