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[ 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. ]

Hi, Yoichi.

[ that's all he has to say for himself. ]

( 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. ]

...

[ hang on, he has something to say. ]

... Did you get what you wanted out of that?

( 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. )

Is that all you got?

[ 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. )

... Sorry.

[ 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. )

[ wanted to stop thinking about him by kissing him... kaiser should be saying "okay, clown," but he's refraining for some... reason... ]

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. ]

( just be good and listen? what is he in for here? a lecture from the great kaiser? ugh. he stops himself from responding in a way that would just take this from bad to worse in that typical way they usually go about interacting with each other. instead he just sits on the very edge of the bed by the very corner because it feels rude to sit on someone's bed especially since he hasn't gotten changed from practice earlier. like why the heck doesn't this guy own a single chair like any other normal person? or maybe he's just not seeing it. if this is where he's going to get murdered, it would make sense that the lighting in here is so dim. isagi puts the book down carefully right next to him. he's got it back now and that's that. )

[ ask ego jinpachi about that, kaiser has no say over his interior decor.

anyway, if kaiser had known this was going to happen, he would have fully made his bed in the morning...? in his defense, his night was busier than usual, and he is not a morning person. he pretends like this doesn't bother him at all and does an impressive job of remaining externally impassive as he walks over and sits down next to isagi.

he is not intrusively close this time — still pretty close, though. he is trying his best to not open up with something like "hey, yoichi! are you fucking stupid? are you a stupid little toddler? haha". he does not like this, but he might have to get real here. ]

What else do you want to know about last night? Not like I was particularly trying to hide anything... [ rather, he had thought the decent thing to do was not rub it in? ] But if there's anything else, ask now.

( he shifts before leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees, squeezing his palms together for a moment before he forces himself to relax. if this is going to be a whole talk where kaiser tries to tell him in some weird polite way that he should fuck off and never try that again, it's gonna be some kinda awkward, but he'll live. )

I might have just imagined things. ( there. look, he's admitting he's at fault here. can they please just let this go? ) I get it. I shouldn't have done that. ( didn't he already apologize? like what the hell does this guy want? he gets it. OMG. he fucking gets it. there's a reason why he never gets any valentine's day chocolates. not once. NOT FUCKING ONCE. guys like him don't get any play off the field. ha ha ha. )

If you wanna insult me or make fun of me, just get it over with.

[ kaiser would love to nail isagi with something like, "are you literally touched in the head?" right now... but this is dire, so he shall refrain. kaiser has the current monopoly for going into mental shambles on this team, isagi is going to have to stop. ]

Good fucking god, it's like you think my entire purpose on this world is to antagonize you...

[ he doesn't know he's a fictional character whose purpose is to antagonize the main character. ]

You're being kind of pathetic, but I'm turning a blind eye just this once. [ UGHH... ] Calm down and get a grip. What's the actual problem here?

[ because it's not any of all of that isagi just said, kaiser's pretty sure! ]

( where does he even begin to argue that point about antagonizing him. not even gonna start. training's been hard enough this week that his energy's pretty much depleted and at this point he just wants to go take a shower, crawl into bed and flip through the pages of that book. he reaches for it again. kaiser's right. he should calm down and get a fucking grip. he is being pathetic. time to adapt and change, right? grabbing the book, he stands up and makes a beeline for the door. isagi does turn around to look at kaiser though as he walks backwards for a few steps, forcing out a smile, too big, too friendly -- when the fuck has he ever smiled at him like this? it doesn't matter. )

There's no problem. I made a mistake. I'm just gonna go. I'll see you at practice tomorrow.

[ girl where are you going after smiling at him like that! kaiser doesn't like the person that he's about to become, but he gets up and swiftly follows, slamming his hand to the door over isagi's shoulder to prevent it from opening. ]

Explain it to me, then. What part, exactly, was the mistake? I think you owe me that much.

( fucking hell... this guy. he had been so close to making that exit and running for his damn life. trust kaiser to not be able to just let this shit go even though he'd already apologized. )

If you didn't like the kiss... ( he uses the corner of his book to emphasize his point, tapping it none too gently against kaiser's chest because back the fuck off, asshole. ) Then that was clearly my mistake. Got it? ( the look in his eyes is fair warning enough that if kaiser keeps this up, he's not gonna be made to feel bad about something for any longer than necessary. it's clear to him what kaiser's trying to do here. mess up his game. he's clearly taking this one opportunity to screw with him and if he keeps letting him, then he's gonna fuck up his training again tomorrow and the match next. he sees what's going on. )

Did I say that? I didn't.

[ at least, to kaiser's recollection, he never said he disliked it. which, um... well.

also stop poking his tit? he reaches to hold isagi's wrist to get him to stop hitting him with his precious book. ]

Do you enjoy shoving words into my mouth so much, Yoichi? Because you've been doing that all day. How about I shove some back into yours?

[ moving his hand off of the door, he grabs isagi by the chin. this is eerily similar to not only how kaiser first greeted him, but also the move that isagi just pulled on him.

for the record, this is merely getting even? he leans in and presses his mouth to isagi's. it's a kiss much slower and more deliberate than the one he'd received before. slowly, the hand on isagi's chin shifts towards his cheek until his palm is cupping the side of isagi's face, and—

and then he pulls back because he's just not sure isagi deserves any more than this. hmph. ]

( the hand on his wrist gets his attention alright, more so than the grab of his chin because by this point, he's lost all ability to think. the kiss though sort of rattles his brain into action again and he feels something this time, a kind of warm, tingly feeling that builds up slowly from way below, stirring up heat and... a soft moan escapes from his throat, his lips parting open just as kaiser starts to pull back. fuck no. he chases after him this time, dropping the book, the pages flipping open to reveal a poster of noa, signed, a secret bonus he hadn't been told about, but that goes unnoticed because all of his focus is on kaiser right now. )

I want... ( what does he want exactly? just more, he thinks. more of this. it's his turn to grab kaiser by the back of his neck this time to keep him there, his arm slips around his back to pull him close, his fingers clutching around his shirt as he goes for round... what is this? three? just wanting to explore a bit more, wanting to deepen the kiss like people do in the damn movies. that looks like fun. )

[ 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. ]

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