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Noa had gathered all the Bastard München and Blue Lock players to watch a replay of the previous game on the giant monitor in the common room. Kaiser was on the left side of Isagi, separated only by a small hallway.
"After you watch this replay, the training performance of each of you will be shown, and I will return to announce the starting 11 for the next matchup." Noa left the room and closed the door.
As everyone watched Michael's clean plays, Isagi glanced sideways at the German next to him, just a few inches away, and Kaiser returned the same look while smiling mockingly at him. Isagi averted his gaze and remained focused on the monitor.
"I'm still quite surprised that Kaiser doesn't sweat even a bit." Yukimiya adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose.
"It's something that surprises me too, to be honest..." Kurona answered him.
"To play the entire 90 minutes without releasing a single drop of sweat, he must have overwhelming physical endurance; it makes me somewhat envious... what do you think, Isagi?" Hiori suddenly asked him.
"It's nothing I can't beat him at..."
A laugh interrupts Isagi and everyone falls silent.
"Really, Yoichi?" Kaiser crosses his legs as he turns a little to the right to be in front of him. Isagi tries to ignore that guy but feels Michael's piercing gaze on his head.
"Won't you answer me?" Kaiser faked a high-pitched voice and said, "You hurt me, Yoichi; your coldness always breaks my heart."
"Shut your mouth, Kaiser."
"But why? You should be honest and tell your little friends that you actually made me sweat already, you fucking clown."
"What the fuck—" Raichi says out loud.
"Huh, does Isagi train with that German?" Gagamaru blurts out that question into the air, somewhat confused.
"Actually, it's a kind of training that Yoichi really loves to practice with me in private, isn't it?"
Kaiser blurts out those words like it's no big deal, and Isagi wished everyone's little translation headphones were ruined at that moment.
"Stop..." Isagi hisses under his breath while looking at him angrily.
"Make me." Kaiser runs his tongue over his lips. "Shut me up like you always usually do."
Isagi begins to have vivid memories with Kaiser, like that time when he pulled him by the collar of his uniform to shut him up with a rough kiss.
"Only you have made me sweat in all our encounters."
Shut up, shut up, shut up.
Isagi inadvertently remembered how Kaiser always used his hands to skillfully remove him all his clothes and took the opportunity to get between his legs.
"You should feel proud that a commoner like you made an indomitable emperor like me sweat."
Isagi kept inevitably remembering that two days ago he could see how Kaiser's hair stuck to his forehead, and how those beads of sweat ran all over his body and brazenly down his neck until they reached his tattoo. He unwittingly replayed in his mind the grunts and groans of that man as he thrust him over and over again on his bed.
"And I know it's something you like, because you love to have me as a naked king on my knees before you."
Anyone would think Kaiser was talking about soccer, but it was more than obvious by now that he wasn't.
"Kaiser..."
"Maybe it's because no one but you can get me to heat up while I make you give up until you scream my name."
"Is Kaiser talking about...?" Hiori finally realizes what those two were discussing.
"Sex." Yukimiya says, and the others let out a groan of surprise.
"No way Kaiser, you seriously jumped on that little Japanese guy!" Erik Gesner yelled at him.
"I'd say that's classic Michael stuff." Benedict Grim replies.
On the other hand, Ness was sitting in the back with a disturbing smile on his face, saying nothing.
Again, everyone started talking and whispering things that Isagi couldn't hear.
And all of a sudden, Noa came back and everyone fell silent. The major raised an eyebrow and turned off the monitor as he took out his notepad.
"Why are you so red, Isagi Yoichi?" Was the first thing Noa asked in front of everyone.
Isagi wanted to die of embarrassment and tried to hide from the gaze of others, especially his hero.
"What did you do to him this time, Kaiser?"
But first, he would kill that damned bastard.
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