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Michael Kaiser was the definition of a fashionista, the epitome of beauty and the ultimate designer brand final boss.
He owned a wide variety of branded clothing, from Gucci’s diamond encrusted flats to a white my Dior handbag, his wardrobe, and his room in general, was littered with famous names, even in his underwear drawer, Calvin Klein was all that could be seen.
The price did not matter; he’d easily drop thousands of usd if it meant he’d be able to get his hands on the latest ‘in’ thing in the fashion world, that was the privilege of being Michael Kaiser, and oh how he loved that privilege.
His boyfriend, Isagi Yoichi, was the polar opposite.
Simple and practical was his style, or so he claimed. Basic and lazy was the correct term, or so Kaiser claimed.
His wardrobe consisted of simple white T-shirts, an ungodly number of jeans and basic fucking uggs.
Ok so, Isagi didn’t have uggs, but if he knew what they were, Kaiser was sure he’d buy them.
Oh! And one mustn’t forget the rare plain white collared button downs he’d wear, paired with fucking jeans, on special days! In fact, Kaiser is almost 100% all of Isagi’s clothes are from Shein
In short, Kaiser’s style was far more sophisticated than Isagi’s boring ass ‘practical’ style, if it could even be called a style, by practical Isagi meant buying the cheapest clothes he could find and wearing them till the holes in it would be too noticeable or if it got too small.
Isagi was adamant on one fact, insistent that if it could still be used, it will be used.
In fact, whenever Kaiser would bring this topic up or prance around clutching his latest branded purchase, Isagi would scoff, roll his eyes and become impossible to talk to for 2 minutes.
Which is why Kaiser’s jaw drops comically when he waltzes into their room to find Isagi wearing his robe, hunched over his iPad, watching one of their plays.
His eyes widened impossibly further as he noticed Isagi was not only wearing his robe but his glasses too. The too big robe likened itself to blanket for Isagi. The golden rim of his glasses framed and complimented his eyes, the dark shadows of the sun’s rays hit him, highlighting the outline of his jaw and the curve of his mouth as he watched the play by play.
Kaiser was speechless.