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Impossible.
Michael Kaiser could do the impossible.
He was magic itself, to Alexis Ness.
Magic that no one could touch. Magic that no other could achieve. Magic as impossible as the gleaming blue rose that lay on Michael’s neck.
The tattoo that carried impossibility, that carried a reminder of what he was, what he could achieve.
And that was exactly how he had Alexis wrapped tightly around his finger.
Whether it was “Look at that, Kaiser,” or “Here, Mihya,” Alexis would do things for Michael and Michael only. It didn’t have to be in matches or practice, he did things for Michael even off the field.
From the day Alexis met Michael, he vowed to crown Michael the emperor of it all— and make Michael the best striker in football history.
In his heart, though, Michael was already the best. Alexis didn’t care if Michael treated him like shit. He didn’t care that Michael belittled him so much, that Michael had told him to quit millions of times. Sure, those insults sometimes brought tears to his eyes, but seeing Michael succeed was more important.
“Just quit football, shitty Ness.”
“Can you fucking shut up, Alexis!?”
“…GET LOST, NESS.!”
To everyone else in Bastard München, Alexis was like an abandoned puppy who kept crawling back to his owner. It was pitiful, seeing Alexis endure day after day like that, at Michael’s beck and call.
The whole building— including the Blue Lock boys— could see it. They could see Alexis’s suffering, everything he had to endure.
Grim had described Alexis’s situation as something sad, something that no one could really fix.
“It’s Michael’s problem”, he had said, while chatting to Alexis about it over lunch one day. “You can’t change someone like him, Lexi.”
Gesner had said something similar, but it was more like “Kaiser’s just another dick who treats everyone like shit.”
After the two useless conversations, Alexis decided he didn’t want the topic in his brain anymore, but hell, they were right. He was pathetic.
He had also overheard other (unwelcome) members talking about him and Michael, which, he had to admit, really pissed him off.
“You know, Ness is real pathetic for clinging onto Kaiser after that match,” he heard Isagi Yoichi say, the navy haired boy picking at his food. “It's obvious I'm better."
“Ya got real confident after that one game, eh, Isagi-kun? Are ya sure yer better than Kaiser now?” Hiori’s voice rang over. He rested his head on his arm, laying on the table.
“Shut up, you sadist, ‘course I am!” Isagi retorted, sticking his tongue out playfully.
Beside Isagi, Kurona chewed on his food slowly, eyes widening at his teammates’ conversation.
Kiyora, as silent as ever, listened in on the chatter, staying still next to Kurona. He looked at the magenta eyed man, giving him a light smile. Kurona immediately returned the grin, tilting his head slightly as if to say ‘are you okay?’
Kiyora nodded at the gesture, spooning rice into his mouth.
“I’m scoring in the next match, just wait.” Yukimiya challenged, standing up to put his lunch tray away. Isagi shot him a look that screamed ‘you bet!’, and Yukimiya left the table, tray in hands.
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Alexis found Michael on a bench during break, head buried in his hands. Michael’s blonde dip-dyed hair was tangled between his fingers, droplets of sweat dripping down the blue rose on his neck.
He looked almost ethereal, the sunlight streaming in from the ceiling windows hitting him in all the right spots. The crown tattoo at the back of his hand was illuminated by a ray of sun, and his fingers twitched at the feeling of the warm light.
Alexis exhaled softly, and he stood there for a bit, admiring the man. Michael really was pretty, and not only was he beautiful, he was incredibly talented.
Shit. He was fawning over Michael again. How many times was Alexis going to catch himself thinking about these things? Thoughts like things ran through his brain almost 24/7, and sometimes he dreamt that he and Michael could live together in perfect harmony.
A shiver ran down Alexis’s spine, the warning ‘stay away’ flashing red in his brain. He shook his head, ignoring his reflexes entirely. He placed an arm on Michael’s shoulder, gently, and sat down next to the man, his breath catching in his chest.
“Mihya?”
Michael lifted his head, glaring sharply at the brunette. “Fuck off, Alexis.”
Alexis pursed his lips, unwilling to give up. It’s fine. After all, he’d heard those words countless times before, hadn’t he? It was normal, he told himself.
Normal, normal, normal.
“Is something the matter?” Alexis removed his palm from Michael’s shoulder, careful of his actions.
“Are you deaf, or do you want me to repeat myself? I said fuck off.”
“…”
“Are you going to leave, shitty Ness?”
A sigh escaped from Alexis’s mouth, and he stood up, clearly fed up with Michael’s behaviour. He snickered bitterly, an insincere smile forming on his face. “You know what? Yeah. I am. Figure your shit out yourself.” He walked away, headed towards the training rooms.
And now, Michael Kaiser was left to sulk by himself. It was unusual for Alexis to give up like this, to leave so willingly. Unusual for him to have the last word, to have such a hollow laugh come out from his mouth.
It was weird, not having someone cling to him. Even weirder when Noa told him that Alexis was going to be benched in the next practice match.
Why? Without Alexis, all his passing options were limited. All his chances of using his special move were basically gone.
He couldn’t coordinate with any of his other teammates as well, no, they all disliked him too much.
Hah. Not his fault he was too good. Oh well, he’d just have to assert more dominance in the match than usual.
Mind off the match, Michael thought back to the words Alexis had left him with.
“Figure your shit out yourself.”
Hell, what was that supposed to even mean? Something in Alexis definitely snapped, and Michael didn’t like it one bit.
What happened to your undying loyalty, stupid Ness? Michael shook his head, gritting his teeth. He shouldn’t be wasting his time thinking about insignificant nobodies like Alexis. To him, Alexis was simply just a stepping stone to becoming the world’s best.
He didn’t mean anything.
He didn’t mean anything.
He didn’t mean anything.
That’s right. Alexis means nothing to you, Michael told himself, wiping his sweat with the back of his palm.
It would only be a matter of time before Alexis would come crawling back to him, he was sure of that. Alexis would come back, begging for Michael’s forgiveness. Because he always did. That’s how it always was. That’s how it always should be.
Alexis would come knocking on his door, tears in his eyes. He would kneel on the floor, and apologise, then he’d grab onto Michael’s arm and ask him to be companions again.
A smirk appeared on Michael’s face as he recalled the memory, and at last he stood from his bench, walking towards the football pitch. If he was going to play this game without Alexis, he needed new strategies.
And he’d score every single goal in that match. He’d do it just to spite Alexis, to show Alexis that he could do so much without him. He’d do it to piss Isagi off, too. So that Isagi would know his place, and so that he, Michael Kaiser, would reign as Bastard München’s ace scorer and heart once again.
Michael’s smirk widened as he thought about it, the recognition and things he'd get out of it.
Oh, how victory would be won by him and him only. How the praises would flow in, how the spotlight would shine on him. He’d indulge in this glory, this win.
And it would make an impact on people.
A big impact, at that.