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. )
( 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. )
[ 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. ]
( 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. )
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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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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.
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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.
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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! ]
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There's no problem. I made a mistake. I'm just gonna go. I'll see you at practice tomorrow.
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Explain it to me, then. What part, exactly, was the mistake? I think you owe me that much.
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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. )
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[ 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. ]
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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. )
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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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