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Kaiser’s breathing was heavy, and hoarse groans escaped his lips. The slapping of skin and the wet sounds were drowned out only by the violent pounding of his heart in his ears. Sweat dampened his heated skin and made it difficult for him to keep control of his grip on the soft flesh beneath his hands.
An impossibly hot heat pressed against his lower belly each time his cock reached the bottom of the moist insides, crushed by the warm walls. He groaned, and his body trembled, his skin becoming covered in goosebumps when, with a high wet slap of skin, the addictive hole ran his length until the tight entrance forcefully squeezed the sensitive head of his cock, only for the addictive motion of the up and down to begin again, bringing Kaiser closer to the edge far too soon.
Kaiser struggled to keep his eyes open, fighting viciously against the pleasure so that he could watch Isagi bounce on his cock.
Isagi’s hair was a mess, his bangs clinging haphazardly to his forehead and covering his eyes. Even in the dim light, Kaiser could clearly see the blush spreading across his cheeks and neck. Kaiser’s white Bastard München uniform was too big for Isagi, and even with the loose knot at his waist, there was still too much fabric.
Sweat glistened on his flushed skin as his body moved awkwardly up and down on Kaiser’s cock, his short nails dug firmly into Kaiser’s biceps. The burning sensation excited Kaiser even more, making him struggle to keep his hips still and avoid meeting Isagi’s.
Time passed in a torturously slow way, making him lose track of it. Kaiser’s legs ached with the tension of controlling himself and not moving his hips upward. He was breathing deeply, lying on the bed with his head in the pillow, his hands trembling to keep from rushing forward and fucking Isagi so deep that it would mark him forever. But there was something about the way Isagi let out those cute little noises, biting his lips as those muscular thighs moved to support his weight while he rode him, that made Kaiser just want to watch.
Isagi’s cock swayed with the movement, spreading precum across his tense abdomen and Kaiser’s uniform each time his soft ass hit Kaiser’s thighs with a loud, wet slap. Kaiser swallowed hard, his eyes scanning him for what seemed like the thousandth time, feeling the urge to devour him whole.
Isagi deserved to be devoured in every sense, and Kaiser was surprised that he had not done so yet.
That delicate, beautiful neck had always been tempting; it was a sin that it was still without love marks from Kaiser. It was also strange that there were no hickeys all over Isagi’s torso; his hard nipples poking through the shirt practically made Kaiser salivate and beg to have them in his mouth. The inside of his thighs, his plump ass…
Kaiser let out a trembling sigh, his breath faltering between his own groans.
Suddenly, those cute, whispered moans were no longer enough. Just looking at that gorgeous guy writhing in pleasure wasn’t enough. Something compelled him to look into those eyes as well.
Kaiser’s hands slowly trailed across Isagi’s thighs, feeling the warm muscles moving beneath them. He let out a soft sigh, feeling the power of those legs beneath his palms, fingers sinking into the flesh, taking in the softness and firmness of the developed muscles there. Isagi slowed his riding pace almost instantly, opting to rotate his hips slowly, his tight insides crushing Kaiser’s cock, pulling him dangerously close to cum.
His fingers moved slowly as they travelled upwards again, one hand settling on his small waist while the other climbed higher, touching one of his nipples. Kaiser smiled as he elicited a little sigh from Isagi; the sweet movement of his hips faltered slightly as Kaiser gently stroked the hard tip. His hand continued its path to Isagi’s throat, trembling as it traced the delicate skin, and he felt his agitated pulse. He blinked slowly, the dark thought that he could easily kill Isagi surfacing, but quickly submerging as his hand advanced to gently held his chin.
“Let me see you… Yoichi…” he said, his voice deep and needy.
Kaiser frowned slightly, the drawn-out pronunciation of Isagi's name in German sounding strange. It was unthinkable that he would still make a mistake like that; after all, he had practiced the Japanese pronunciation of Isagi’s name a long time ago, even before they met in person.
He then tried again, concentrating a little, “Yoichi…”
A smirk appeared on his lips when the pronunciation came out perfectly. Not only did each syllable sound perfect, but also the tone of voice he liked to use with Isagi, the one that made his deep voice melodious and seductive and brought out Isagi's best, most wonderful, confused, and irritated expressions.
Isagi tilted his head slightly, meeting his gaze. For a moment, Kaiser thought he saw his eyes were a different color, causing a strange feeling to consume him for a moment. But quickly he dismissed it when he blinked, and the large, half-closed eyes were indeed metallic blue, just a little different because of the low light.
So fucking gorgeous…
His thumb touched Isagi’s lower lip, feeling its softness and the warm breath against his skin.
The overwhelming urge to kiss him made him unconsciously raise his torso until they were face to face. In a sudden movement, he pulled Isagi by the waist closer to him, eliciting a gasp from Isagi. And both sighed in pleasure as Isagi’s cock rubbed against Kaiser’s abs.
Isagi blinked softly, his face tilting upward to meet Kaiser’s gaze, the rhythm of his hips movements slowing down until they stopped.
His lips parted, and Kaiser waited for the words to form, but Isagi seemed determined to remain silent. There was only a slight chuckle before his legs slowly moved to Kaiser’s sides, crossing around him and pulling him ever closer. Isagi’s hands on his biceps moved up to his shoulders, the touch making Kaiser tremble.
Up close, so close, Isagi’s gaze was soft beneath the eyelashes, a sweetness that Kaiser had never experienced in his life. It made Kaiser’s eyes widen, his heart beating too fast to be comfortable, and he let out a trembling whisper, suddenly feeling breathless.
Kaiser was still smiling, but it was a fragile smile; his voice sounded almost a whisper even to himself when he said,
“Yoichi... don’t look at me like that... it even seems like you’re lo…”
He stopped; the feeling weighed too heavily on his chest and built up in his throat, turning his mouth incapable of speaking the words.
Isagi’s gaze only seemed to soften, and he smiled. Something so gentle that it left Kaiser dizzy for a moment. The feeling weighed heavily on him, almost painfully, as if everything else that wasn’t Isagi became hazy, and only he existed there in his lap, so close and the only bright thing in his life.
It hurt too much, and yet he didn’t want to be anywhere else in the world.
Isagi’s eyes travelled Kaiser’s face, as if analyzing him, blinking slowly. His fingers traced a path across Kaiser's shoulders, following the curves of his tattoo, hovering over the rose and then moving to reach the nape of his neck where the blue strands of hair were concentrated, leaving a trail of tingling heat behind. Isagi bit his lower lip, drawing Kaiser’s attention entirely to his mouth.
His lips were soft and in a beautiful shade of red... too tempting from so close.
What was happening to Kaiser?
How could he have Isagi on his fucking cock and not have left any marks all over him or kissed that guy until his lips were swollen?
He snorted softly, indignant at himself.
But after a moment of thought, he frowned, thinking that he didn’t remember if he had kissed Isagi before, and worse, when they had arrived there either.
Confusion gripped him, and he was about to turn around to actually see where they were, but Isagi’s grip around his cock tightened suddenly, causing his anguished thoughts to give way only to pleasure.
Isagi pulled his hair, bringing Kaiser's face close to his, their noses touching. The touch made Kaiser shudder and groan deeply, his cock throbbing and leaking more precum inside Isagi’s hole.
Kaiser laughed breathlessly.
“Good... way to get my attention... Yoichi...” he whispered, smiling, his German dragging strongly with his voice immersed in pleasure.
Isagi chuckled, his eyes closing in crescents.
The beautiful sound and face softened Kaiser’s expression.
Kaiser had lost count of the times he had fantasized about fucking Isagi in every possible way. They were short and fleeting, with him always telling himself they were just to relieve stress. But he always only seemed to sink deeper into the memory of Isagi’s angry expressions, his voice becoming more strained when he teased him, a vibrant gaze full of emotion, making Kaiser’s mind spin with pleasure.
He never once imagined Isagi being so sweet to him before. He was so gentle, more than he was with those stupid friends of his, whom Kaiser had grown accustomed to watching from afar.
“Kaiser…” Isagi murmured.
As always, Kaiser delighted in the way his surname was pronounced. But Isagi's voice was so tender, it hardly sounded like the one Kaiser was used to. It felt like the first time he had heard it so sweetly.
Kaiser let go of Isagi’s chin and began to gently stroke his soft cheek, just as he had secretly wished to do many times.
Lost in thought, he felt Isagi’s hands move his biceps again in a warm touch, then Isagi tilted his head to the side, snuggling against Kaiser’s palm. Isagi looked at him from under his eyelashes so affectionately, still with that beautiful smile on his lips, that it made Kaiser let out a trembling sigh and his chest tighten.
His lips moved. It took Kaiser a moment to notice that he was speaking Japanese and not German, which he had grown accustomed to hearing through the Mikage earpiece.
Kaiser didn’t understand a word that came out of his mouth, but he didn’t complain, listening patiently. He loved hearing Isagi’s voice in German, but in Japanese it sounded a little different. It was pleasant to listen to and always made Kaiser want to learn Japanese to better appreciate how that guy spoke.
Even “Kaiser” sounded somewhat nicer in Japanese.
Kaiser hummed, wondering if Isagi would ever actually call him by his first name.
As if reading his mind, Isagi chuckled again and whispered, the warmth of his breath against Kaiser’s hand,
“Mi… chael…”
Kaiser, in shock, found himself drunk with emotion. A surprised, low sound escaped his lips. His body trembled, the intense heat sending goosebumps across his skin, and the pressure in his lower belly was too strong.
Isagi’s eyes shone brighter, and he continued humming his name while holding Kaiser’s hand and drawing their faces closer, their lips merely touching, his name being repeated again and again.
Kaiser groaned deeply, his hips jerking hard upward, thrusting as deep as he could, and he came, closing his eyes, unable to keep them open with the overwhelming pleasure.
His control slipped from him, and he tilted his head forward, touching Isagi's forehead, his body trembling as his hips thrust deep in a desperate, nonstop movement, with his cock being rhythmically squeezed by Isagi’s insides.
He remained immersed in that intense pleasure for long moments, his cock being milked by Isagi.
For a few moments, all he felt was intense pleasure taking over his entire being.
Perhaps he let himself get too lost, for he didn’t feel the change around him until hands were on his throat.
When he came to, his trembling body from the aftershocks and still-blurry vision played tricks on him. The room seemed darker; the indirect light from before had shifted to illuminate from above, just where they were.
He could feel the headboard of the bed against his back, his arms at his sides. He blinked, but everything was dancing in his sight, taking him a while to concentrate, his thoughts racing.
All he knew was that there was a horrible feeling of hands on his neck.
He blinked a few times, trying to get his bearings on what was happening.
It took him a while to realize Isagi was close. Kaiser’s face contorted in despair as his vision became clearer.
Blood dripped from Isagi’s hair and down his face, the swollen, bruised patches adorning his face. His soaked bangs covered his eyes, but the bruises from the blows around his eyes were visible. Isagi’s bruised lips trembled as well.
And he was squeezing Kaiser’s neck, his fingers holding the sides of his throat. His pulses were covered in bruises that Kaiser knew were from fighting back. The grip was warm; injured fingers could barely maintain their hold on Kaiser’s neck.
Kaiser could easily have freed himself from that touch, but he couldn’t move, his heavy limbs at his sides.
The only thing he could think about was that those injuries on Isagi were familiar.
Only then did he smell the irritating odor of blood mixed with cheap alcohol, seemingly filling his entire nose and throat and weighing on his stomach. He heard Isagi’s low sob, his now bare shoulders trembling, the marks of punches, skin with bloody cuts, bruises of various colors scattered across his skin.
Kaiser gasped in confusion as he saw his own arms moving, his hands bloody and with raw knuckles.
One of his hands clenched into a fist, and even as he fought against it, he saw himself punching Isagi in the face. His face was turned to the side, blood trickling from his nose and mouth, his bangs still covering his eyes.
Isagi let out a tearful whine, but bit his bruised lips to prevent any more sound from escaping. He remained as firm as he could, even as his whole body swayed with Kaiser’s force.
Kaiser trembled, his head lightheaded, a growing buzzing rising in his ears along with the incessant beating of his heart.
But his hand was already poised to punch Isagi again, even if he tried to stop.
“Yoi...” he started, his voice sounding wrong to himself.
He seemed so overly pleased, damn it...
“Shut up!” shouted Isagi, in a loud, shrill German, sounding almost like a woman’s voice.
Another hard punch. The loud, wet sound of skin being beaten was awful.
And another. And another.
And then Kaiser felt something he had fiercely sworn he would never feel in his life.
As he listened to the sound of the punches, the breath faltering, the sobs of pain, an intense pleasure left Kaiser’s body trembling with shivers and the pressure building up again in his lower belly, making him let out a confused groan.
What the hell…
To Kaiser’s horror, he noticed his hard cock was still deep inside Isagi. It was almost an unbearably hot oven around his throbbing cock. Waves of pleasure coursed through his body as Isagi squeezed his cock ever more.
“Yo-Yoi… chi... wait...” Kaiser tried again; his voice came out more like himself, stained with desperation as pleasure and terror overwhelmed him.
The ringing in his ears was loud, and the pressure in his head was so intense he was sure he would explode at any moment. His breathing was labored, the air reeking of alcohol and blood, leaving him intoxicated.
Their eyes met, and there was nothing left of the sweet, passionate look from before. The blue eyes were empty, bloodshot, filled with tears that fell endlessly down his bruised face.
Kaiser’s breathing became even more labored, the buzzing growing louder and louder until the realization of what he had done dawned on him.
He had broken Isagi... beyond repair.
Kaiser grunted as suddenly, the voice of his father seemed to come from somewhere ahead of him. His voice was heavy, trembling with anger and dragged along with the drink.
“Fuck... that fucking bitch... until there's… nothing left,” Kaiser mumbled, his eyes widening as repeating the words that his father said.
Kaiser remembered those words. His father spoke them whenever he could find some random woman to take home. Kaiser huddled in the corner, disgusted, forced to listen because he had nowhere else to be. The threatening words, aimed at Kaiser’s mother, were always shouted, as if that woman were nearby to hear.
I’m going to turn... that bitch... into just a hole...
She’ll pay... for what she did to me.…
“Shut up, your fucking clo—” Isagi began.
You’ll see... piece of trash...
Kaiser’s lips moved in a whisper of “piece of trash”.
“...piece of trash...” Isagi repeated in the same tone.
You'll have a front-row seat too…
And… you’re going to make her pay too...
You will learn…
We're going to... fucking kill... that bitch...
Kaiser’s vision was blurred by tears and darkening at the edges; his breath ached, and he could barely breathe. The intense pain in his chest, crushing him deep inside, and the overwhelming pleasure were too much. The little air he could manage was almost intoxicated by Isagi's scent that he suddenly became very aware of beneath all that filthy garbage: sweat, the musk of sex, and his deliciously fresh and pleasant smell mixed with the floral scent that Kaiser secretly always thought would suit him.
Kaiser realized belatedly, despair contorting his expression, making his eyes widen, his lips tremble, and then softening into realization.
Kaiser blinked, tears streaming down his cheeks.
Isagi would never use that for him.
In truth... Isagi would never call him by his first name.
He also would never be in his bed.
And that ridiculous man would never even be in the same room as Isagi.
Kaiser would kill him the moment he approached him.
The image of the broken Isagi flickered before him, growing fainter as Kaiser realized this. But the nauseating mess of smells seemed to have only gotten stronger. And the hands in his neck and the grip around his cock were strong and hot as iron, also determined to drive him mad and kill him at the same time.
A smile spread across Kaiser’s lips, moist with tears, and he laughed. The sound was scandalous, deafening, breathless, and it took up a large portion of his air, making his chest hurt.
His hysterical laughter lasted for long moments before dying in a trembling sigh.
It hurt like hell.
Kaiser tried to move his arms, break free, get rid of that fucking sight, but nothing happened.
As if reading Kaiser’s troubled thoughts, Isagi’s body became even more distorted, shrouded in shadows. The void blue eyes were the sole point of color in the darkness. His insides tightened tightly around Kaiser’s cock, making his whole body tremble and his eyes roll back in pleasure.
“Die… you filthy trash… die… I hate you… piece of trash… die…” Isagi screamed in perfect German as he strangled him, his distorted voice mixed with the voices of several other people at the same time.
It sounded like a prayer, Isagi repeating it as he crushed his throat, taking his breath and delivering an unbelievable pleasure to him, the pressure so intense that Kaiser screamed loudly and desperately until his neck finally broke with a loud, wet snap.
Kaiser woke up startled and breathless, his trembling hands gripping his neck and tears running uncontrollably down his face. His head ached as images of what he now fully recognized as a dream surged through his mind.
But it still seemed to be right in front of his eyes. The blur caused by tears and remnants of sleep made the coat in the corner of the room look like Isagi’s silhouette staring at him; sometimes with a sweet and passionate gaze, sometimes like his broken and bloody version.
Kaiser looked away, blinking a few times, causing even more tears to fall on his flushed face. His chest ached fiercely, a miserable feeling he had never experienced before. He mumbled softly as he remembered how his name had been whispered, that look, the sound of himself punching Isagi... everything mixing, becoming the same thing, all at the same time. And he just wanted to stop thinking about that insane crap.
Kaiser let out a trembling sigh and tightened his grip on his throat. As always, his whole body ached when he did this, reliving every punch that piece of shit of a father ever gave him all at once.
His breathing became shallow, his thoughts racing, and his body aching intensely, trembling violently. The metallic smell rose strongly in his nose and throat. And he was sure he could feel the blood running down his head, mixing with the tears and making his stomach churn.
Kaiser’s face was red, tears uncontrollable, veins throbbing with pressure in his hands and temples. The strongest pressure his father could never exert on his throat.
After all, Kaiser was incredibly strong, much stronger than that ridiculous man ever was.
He kept increasing the pressure, making his vision increasingly blurry, the sounds of choking escaping between his lips, the phantom pain throughout his body intensifying, and his consciousness diminishing.
The shadow of his father appeared on the floor beside the bed, crushing the throat of the shadow of his younger version, as if he had finally decided to fulfill his promise to kill him.
Kaiser could hear that ridiculous man’s voice, tearful and angry. Kaiser could only hear echoes of insults about his mother, about himself, and then about Isagi. That bastard’s voice sometimes sounded like his own. And Kaiser growled, the animalistic noise demanding that he fucking shut up. Kaiser was looking for something here, and he was getting in the way.
The pain intensified, his body trembling violently, his mind lost between nightmare, memory, and reality until the feeling he so desperately sought finally appeared.
He was alive, in his shitty reality, but alive.
And he didn’t want to die.
Kaiser...
No.
Michael didn’t want to die.
Yes… he was Michael.
And he still had a fucking lot to do.
With the clarity and relief that followed, it still took a while, but he managed to loosen the tightness in his throat. His eyes searched the floor until his tear-filled gaze went to the old ball in the corner of the elegant hotel room, and he finally managed to lower his hand from his neck.
The filthy trash of his father vanished from his mind along with his younger version, and he breathed heavily and wetly into the silence.
He turned onto his back in bed, beginning to breathe deeply, trying to ground himself again. He forced himself to do so with his eyes open, looking toward the window on the other side, not wanting to glance into the corner and see if Isagi’s vision was still there watching him be so pathetic.
When he finally sat up, the tears had stopped falling, and he was well aware of his body. He was extraordinarily tired, but everything else was excellent.
There were no injuries, no blood, no excruciating pain, just the slight burning sensation in his muscles from his somewhat excessive training the previous day and his sore throat. There was no metallic smell or alcohol anywhere, only the faint scent of cleanliness emanating from the sheets.
He wasn’t aroused, and his hands were in perfect condition.
His gaze lingered slightly on the lines of his tattoo, and he vaguely remembered Isagi tracing it in the dream, the ghost of his touch rising.
“Get… out… Yoichi,” he whispered.
It took a few seconds, but soon the touch was gone too.
Kaiser blinked softly, looking around the empty room and letting out a sigh at the welcome solitude of that moment.
His feet touched the floor, and he moved his toes, feeling the carpet beneath them. He hummed, focusing on the soft, cool air from the air conditioner and then on the pleasant light that streamed in through the window he had left open the night before.
He ran his hands through his extremely messy hair and combed the unruly strands with his fingers, focusing on the texture of his hair and how it felt.
He rolled his eyes at the dumbass ritual, but it was as promised; his mind felt calmer, his thoughts more aligned.
That shitty nightmare was slipping away from him.
Ness, despite his supposedly groundbreaking independence, still sometimes gave him worried glances and suggested completely absurd things.
But it seemed that not all of them were so ridiculous.
Running his own fingers through his hair was really nice, especially feeling the uneven blue tips.
He hummed, taking a few deep breaths before getting out of bed.
He wasn’t in a hurry during his shower. The cold water cascaded slowly over his head. He shivered under it, blinking, his eyelashes letting the water fall down his face.
Everything as slowly as possible.
The dream was already fading, but some parts still returned to Kaiser’s mind like lapses. He blinked gently, keeping his breathing controlled, letting the images pass by him, avoiding any judgment about them.
He knew very well that it was by giving too much importance that these things clung to him like glue.
It was better to let go.
The last thing Kaiser needed was unnecessary feelings.
His neck ached terribly; every time he swallowed, the pain seemed to spread throughout his head. But he restrained himself from putting his hand to his neck at that moment, not even if it was just to check.
He took a deep breath, trying to maintain a relaxed expression and control his thoughts, bringing his trembling hands to the sides of his thighs, the nails sinking into the muscle. The slight burning sensation gave him relief and made him let out a sigh.
The loud beep of the alarm clock he had set the day before finally rang out, startling him.
“Stop this shit!” he yelled, his voice bruised and hoarse.
The alarm clock rang once, then twice more, and stopped, leaving the hotel room in absolute silence, if not for Kaiser’s noisy breathing and the cold water running.
He took a deep breath, turned off the shower, and, lost in thought, quickly dried himself off, wearing only boxer shorts.
He strode over to the refrigerator and opened it. The surprise disappeared as quickly as it had come. He looked at the alcoholic beverages for a moment, provided by the hotel, and he muttered under his breath, disgusted.
They were expensive and elegant drinks, the bottles more costly than many things Kaiser had ever had in his life, but looking at them, for a moment, they seemed like those cheap beer bottles, the ones that had a fucking strong, foul smell when mixed with blood.
For a few moments, he could feel that nasty stuff stinging his nose. He then took a deep breath of the apartment's fresh air to cut off the flash of the dream that had surfaced in his mind and forced himself to move, breaking free from the stupor. The veins stood out on his trembling hand and forearm as he picked up the pack of cans between the bottles.
His hand only stopped trembling when he again saw his old ball, all patched up, worn, but clean. He slowly walked to the room, gently stepped on it, pushing it with his foot until it was near the sofa and in his sight, and then sat down on the carpet near the television.
On the television, the Japan vs. Nigeria game had begun.
Kaiser couldn’t watch it as usual. He couldn’t concentrate on the game patterns, making the comparisons with the data that had been made available to him for each player’s recent matches.
All he could pay attention to was Isagi.
Kaiser opened his soda, but didn’t bring it to his lips yet, his gaze lost on the screen. His lips were slightly parted, his breath soft as his gaze followed Isagi’s movements. His mind was lost in comparisons with what he could still remember of the dream.
His eyes lingered on the way Isagi’s hair moved, the smooth curves of his body, the muscles shifting as he ran, the sheen of his skin when he sweated, and the sweet red that flushed his face and neck.
Kaiser blinked a few times, his expression softening, his chest and face warming.
The real version... was far superior.
When Isagi’s lips were in a fierce smile, his large, intense blue eyes gleaming with something curious and desirous, the hand holding the soda can trembled until it crushed the aluminum, causing the dark liquid to run down Kaiser’s hand and drip onto the light carpet.
It took Kaiser a few moments to realize what he had done, but he simply tossed the can aside and grabbed another.
Thankfully, this broke Kaiser’s stupor, and he was no longer immersed in that ridiculous feeling.
But the world wanted to see Isagi, so everything those damn cameras focused on, everything those shitty commentators talked about, was about that idiot. So Kaiser was forced to watch every little thing.
He had to see how those fucking huge blue eyes shone with excitement during the match… how happy he seemed with every little movement, as if he lived for that moment… how the ace of the Nigerian team was clearly enchanted and pulled in by that ferocity too... and Kaiser unconsciously crushed another can in his hand.
When Isagi and Rin somehow managed to form a partnership, Kaiser breathed deeply through his nose, veins throbbing with irritation in his temples and his jaw clenching.
Several crushed cans surrounded him at that point, and the smell of soda lingered, irritating his dry throat.
He had to watch, with growing irritation, those two exchanging passes together... their eyes meeting, their bodies moving as if reading each other…
Kaiser had already felt that sensation intensely and knew that this madman with the long eyelashes also had the vicious happiness of having a monster like Isagi by his side… accompanying him, pulling him forward, not asking, but demanding that he keep up…
Kaiser wanted to look away, but at the same time he couldn’t.
His hand, sticky with soda, crushed one more can. Kaiser felt slightly less irritated thinking that it was Rin’s head.
The match seemed endless, but he stood firm, watching that shit.
Kaiser had already been weak enough to lose to Isagi; he wouldn’t let that little shit mess with his head any more than he already was. Kaiser would watch this damn match to the end and all the ones to come, even if his urge was to smash the television with his fists.
When that torture finally ended, Isagi and the Nigerian ace exchanged fist bumps, and the television focused on Isagi’s face.
Sweaty, flushed, his hair shiny and slightly messy, a fierce joy emanating from him.
“Quit smiling, Yoichi,” Kaiser growled, his voice sounding deep and raspy, having nothing of the melodious tone he had feigned several times in front of Isagi to tease him.
“I’m so shitting angry…”
He brought the can to his mouth and drank the little that was there, his eyes still fixed on the screen.
“I can’t even drink my shitty cola…”