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- 1
It was common knowledge that Kaiser loved pissing off Yoichi. Of course he did, it was absolutely fucking hilarious.
In the beginning of their relationship, Yoichi sometimes acted bashful and was way too passive towards everything that didn’t include cursing Kaiser. So, obviously, as Kaiser is a great person, he always made sure to start arguments between them so that they both never left their comfort zone. God, he was such a great boyfriend.
“Yoichi, take out the trash.” “Yoichi, shut the fuck up, I’m listening to something here.” And “Yoichi, get on your knees” were all things Kaiser told him with the sole purpose of— how do people say that again? Oh yeah, ragebait his boyfriend. And it worked every time. Isagi would get all huffy and pissy and start cussing him out, while Kaiser triumphantly laid wherever, condescendingly watching the other.
That, often, escalated when they had sex. More specifically, feigned hate sex. Kaiser doesn’t think they’ll ever change, but it works for both of them. They’ll call each other names, Yoichi will grab at his hair and Kaiser will bite everywhere he can.
So, in another one of their overly aggressive moments, Kaiser had grabbed him and maybe— just maybe, he said something along the lines of “Your dick is Japanese-sized, Yoichi. It’s pathetic, just like you.” But that’s just a hypothesis. Though he was a little bit stunned when Isagi kicked him in the stomach— okay, that actually fucking hurt, he did not have to do that— and stormed out of the living room, banging the door to their bedroom shut after entering it before Kaiser could process anything.
What a coward, he thought bitterly later, but couldn’t stop himself from grinning. Okay, Isagi wasn’t actually upset— was he? And, like— it was really fucking funny. It was! He was all red and pissy, Kaiser wanted to squeeze his cheeks and mock him.
But this was a gold mine. He wanted to know exactly what bothered Isagi in what he said and use that against him every chance he got. And no, that’s not toxic, duh, it’s just how they are.
Now, Michael Kaiser did consider himself a very respectful person. And he is, really! Stop looking at him like that. He is nice when it matters, but also very mean when he wants to. And that is the case with Yoichi.
Obviously, he’s not racist by any stretch of the word. What he is, consciously, is a fucking asshole. And if seeing Yoichi get blissfully red with rage and start fuming at the mouth meant that he had to be just a teeny tiny bit racist (for comedic effect!), he was willing to make the sacrifice.
So, after apologizing to Yoichi with a blowjob and an overly sweet kiss to the forehead, he decides that it’s safe enough to carry on with his plan. Not like Isagi would hate him for it, he already did anyway.
But now, he’ll play nice for a bit (Just play, because Michael Kaiser could never ever be nice to anyone, ever) and allow him to put on “My Neighbor Totoro” for the third time on their TV while Kaiser pretends he didn’t know Miyazaki before to allow Yoichi to yap about it. It’s kind of cute, he’s so polite off field when Kaiser’s not actively trying to get him mad.
He lets Yoichi fall asleep against him while the movie plays. Kaiser doesn’t bother to turn it off, and when he realizes he’s stopped breathing, he sighs and curses himself. He absolutely hates this side of himself that comes out whenever Yoichi does sappy shit like this.
Kaiser himself doesn’t notice when he falls asleep too, leaning his cheek against the top of Isagi’s head and— reluctantly, relaxing against his own will as falls into a deep, dreamless sleep.
- 2
Despite being an official asshole of a person, Kaiser did his best to help Yoichi get used to Germany. After all, it was far away from home and very, very different. They had the Mikage translators for communication, sure, but Yoichi struggled with the language either way, embarrassed to talk to strangers when he barely knew a drop of English, let alone German.
So Kaiser talked to people for him when he didn’t want to, taught him about the norms and culture, and brought Yoichi to restaurants that served Japanese food to help him feel less like a foreigner. Isagi had told him before that this was really sweet, and Kaiser had a snarky remark ready on the tip of his tongue, but was only capable to tsk and shrug, looking away like a fucking tsundere.
Though, there was this one time when Kaiser was setting the table along with Yoichi, and the former told him to sit the fuck down because there wasn’t enough space on the kitchen for them both to do the same thing. So, when he did with a click of his tongue and a grumble, Kaiser started setting the plates, food, and—
He paused at the cutlery, looking very intently at the forks, knifes and spoons at his kitchen drawer. With a neutral expression on his face, Kaiser deliberately hands Yoichi a fork and a knife— but retracts his hand not soon after. He frowns in an overly performative way and tilts his head, acting perfectly serious. Yoichi’s head tilt and blinking eyes were a little funny.
“Oh, sorry. It was rude of me to assume you’d be able to use such western feeding tools.” He shakes his head like he’s disappointed in himself, sighing and moving to place the cutlery where his own seat is. Yoichi makes a face, and then his mouth falls open, eyes wide in disbelief. Hah, he’s so easy. “What the fuck? Can you seriously stop that, Kaiser?! It’s not even fucking funny!! Give me the fork, you asshole!-“ because as much as Isagi truly felt more comfortable using chopsticks, Kaiser treating him like he’s dumb is the second most infuriating thing in the world! The first one is, of course, Michael Kaiser.
And he stands up from his seat, because Isagi is so fucking pissed, but he stops when he sees Kaiser shove something to his chest. Briefly, he thinks he just got punched, but he looks down and, well.
Kaiser is actually holding chopsticks. That he bought without Isagi knowing. Okay, but that doesn’t change the fact that he’s a fucking asshole. With a little bit of cursing, Isagi snatches the chopsticks from his hand and glares at his boyfriend (why the fuck are they dating again?) with all his might. “Okay— fuck you. Thanks. You’re unbearably stupid and I’m going to kill you in the future.” It comes out more like a robotic statement than a threat — like something he’s reading instead of actually meaning. He hopes Kaiser doesn’t catch that through the translator, though.
But he totally does, smirking like the clown he is and shrugging like he wasn’t just fucking racist on purpose to his own boyfriend, and then signaling for Isagi to sit back down. “Oh? I make all that effort to get you settled in on this strange, foreign land — and that’s how you treat me? Guess who’s the victim in this abusive relationship.” And Yoichi tries his best not to pull on Kaiser’s stupid fucking rat tails. Fortunately, he loses the internal battle and does it anyway.
But- but maybe it’s not that bad. Once Yoichi sits back down, after enduring long seconds of Kaiser’s unbearable laugh, he spends a good while looking at his newly-acquired chopsticks. It doesn’t seem like something Kaiser would do and admit to so easily, but he supposes it felt like him. It was actually sweet, it made Yoichi feel a little more comforted, cared for. Like despite all their banter and aggression, Kaiser still loved him, and Yoichi loved him back. This was proof, wasn’t it? Michael Kaiser doesn’t make the effort to care for anyone out there. Yoichi is special, isn’t he?
He grabs the chopsticks in between his fingers and clicks them together twice, testing. It’s been a while since he last used a pair — not that long, but it sure felt like it. He smiles, genuinely happy, but of course Kaiser had to fucking ruin it like he ruins everything by looking at Yoichi with his stupidly smug look and going “Didn’t know Japanese culture included staring at your chopsticks for five minutes before eating.” And at this, Yoichi just sighs. “I literally never want to see your face again.” Okay, that was the norm too, for them.
“Shut up, you fucking liar. You could never live without my beauty now that you’ve witnessed it.” Yoichi rolls his eyes, “Yeah, the only thing I’m a witness for is the crime you committed by cutting your hair like that.” This earns him a raised eyebrow and a kick in the calf, and Isagi cackles in response while Kaiser points at him accusatorily with his fork. “Jealous because I don’t have that stupid fucking ahegao in my head?”
Yoichi blinks.
“…you mean an ahoge?”
- 3
Isagi was never really great at learning new languages, really. Ever since middle school, everything that wasn’t Japanese blurred together into weird, incomprehensible sequences of different characters.
That’s why, until today, his English is the most basic it could possibly be, and his German is certainly, uhm, something. It doesn’t help that everything about it is the opposite of Japanese; different letters, too many consonants after consonants after consonants. It made him go crazy.
He did take classes for it in his free time, but him and Kaiser still communicated with translators, unfortunately. Having an earbud stuffed in your ear all day was both unhealthy and uncomfortable, so they logically didn’t wear them when they weren’t talking to each other, and that included sleeping.
Both Kaiser and Isagi usually woke up around the same time; little before six in the morning, but the emperor had a terrible habit of refusing to get up from their bed well after he was supposed to.
Yoichi gave up on shaking him awake a long time ago, since the German would harshly kick him, pull the covers back on top of himself and grumble curses, getting all huffy and pissy at his boyfriend for the rest of the day. So he didn’t deserve Isagi’s niceness.
Kaiser knew this — and he admitted to it, too. He was always in a terrible mood in the morning, accompanied by a horrendous bed head, so, usually, his motivation to get up was nearly zero.
This time, however, it was one of the rare times where both players got a day off, so Kaiser happily had all the right to procrastinate in the bed. And that’s exactly what he was doing, thankfully.
Yoichi had left the bed for a while already, and Kaiser would never ever admit that it felt a little too cold for comfort without him there.
The blonde grabbed his phone to check the time — eight in the morning. He sighs, feeling a little pathetic now for refusing to get up when it’s so late. He’ll willingly train later on anyways, so he sits up, running a hand through the monstrosity he calls hair in the morning, and sighs when he hears footsteps. He’s absolutely sure Yoichi is about to tell him to wake up and do something, but the last thing he wants to do right now is make any effort for anything.
The door opens, and Kaiser keeps his eyes blissfully closed, burying his face in the nearest pillow when Yoichi — the fucking asshole —, opens the goddamn blinds, and the emperor grimaces when the bright, yellow light of the morning sun intrusively seeps into their sacred bedroom.
Distantly, he can hear Yoichi’s boyish voice speaking, almost fully incomprehensible words with way too much excitement. As much as Kaiser had been secretly learning Japanese behind Isagi’s back — no, it’s not sweet, shut the fuck up — It was incredibly hard to figure out what Yoichi spoke with the quick pacing of a native Japanese speaker. Plus, Kaiser was tired and his brain most certainly was not working the way it should.
When he lifts his head and spots Yoichi looking directly at him while speaking, Kaiser lets him keep spewing out words, thinking his boyfriend is listening, and lets him make a fool of himself until he’s done.
After three seconds of wordlessly staring at each other as Yoichi probably waits for his answer, the blonde pointedly squishes his cheek against the pillow, and precisely points at his own ear. He sees the realization dawn upon Yoichi as he sighs, deflating. Kaiser smirks. At least he can see Yoichi mildly irritated first thing in the morning — there’s a thing that motivates him to get up.
He doesn’t even bother to grab his translator, watching the raven do it for him before throwing the small box with the earbuds in Kaiser’s direction. He clutches it before it hits him — of course he does, he’s cool like that —, opening the box and lazily plugging them in his ears, looking up at Yoichi with tired eyes.
The raven patiently waits for him to do so before speaking again, this time comprehensible words to Kaiser, who is mildly annoyed by the fact that Yoichi’s words aren’t syncing with the movements of his lips, but he’s used to it by now. “Why did you let me say all that if you didn’t understand me?” And Kaiser just barely smiles, groaning as Yoichi continues, “I made you pancakes. You’re welcome. Took me a long time! I was also thinking we could go somewhere today, don’t you agree? Oh, maybe the next day off we could eat at that bakery I wanted to go to. Because now I already cooked and we have to eat it. Are you hungry?”
The German blinks up at him while his boyfriend smiles down at him. He seems happy to get the chance to do other things now, and you have to really, really overwork Yoichi Isagi if he’s thinking about something other than soccer for a change. Kaiser thinks it’s kind of cute, Yoichi is kind of cute when he wants to. So, as he usually does to end the striker’s happiness, he opens his mouth to speak. Not words.
“Ching-chong-ching?”
He’s unable to say it with a straight face, and snorts, trying to pretend he doesn’t have a clue what his boyfriend is saying. It’s really funny (at least for Kaiser), who watches Yoichi open his mouth, then blink, then scowl, then stutter with offense, then proceed to stare at him, mouth agape, and the most irritated he’d ever felt after Kaiser stole that one goal from him during the Neo Egoist League.
Isagi sees the way Kaiser’s lips match perfectly to the sound he hears — because he’s not fucking speaking. He’s mocking him! He’s such a fucking asshole, oh my God, Yoichi hates him so much. His face goes red in rage as he proceeds to grab a handful of Kaiser’s blonde-blue hair and push him down into the pillow so roughly he hopes it’s suffocating. “You’re— I fucking hate you Kaiser!! You’re so fucking racist, you little shit!!” And the worst part is that Kaiser is laughing while Yoichi physically abuses him. It is seriously not funny!
“That doesn’t even sound like Japanese, and you know it! It’s more like Chinese!” He spits out, finally letting his boyfriend go, still fuming with rage and embarrassment. Kaiser snorts, fully awake now. “Oh? You’re saying ching-chong sounds like Mandarin, Yoichi? Who’s racist now?” And that earns him a shove. Not that it’s not deserved, though, because Kaiser really can’t stop laughing.
- 4
Isagi had just sat down on the couch in their living room — finally getting comfortable after showering, all the sweat and excitement from training gone and replaced with the pleasant soreness of his muscles and a nice, refreshing feeling. He grabs the remote to watch replays of old matches with a smile on his face, warm and happy and relaxed, until the spell is suddenly broken by his name being called, a rude, arrogant voice coming from the direction of his and Kaiser’s bedroom.
Yoichi groans, way more loudly than necessary to make his boyfriend know that he’s interrupting something. With great disdain, he kicks the blanket off, gets up and puts on his translator before heading to their room.
“Yoichi.” Kaiser calls again when he catches sight of him, laying on their bed like an emperor and motioning with his hand for Isagi to come closer. He’s so fucking irritating.
When he does, Kaiser looks him up and down, infuriatingly slow to the point Yoichi wonders why he even indulged him in coming here in the first place.
Actually moving closer is probably the raven’s biggest mistake, because Kaiser fucking sticks out his foot to make him trip — and it works. Caught off guard and still exhausted from training, Yoichi slumps forward, pathetically trying to balance himself so as to not fall face first into the nightstand.
Thankfully (or not), Kaiser sits up to grab at Yoichi’s shoulders, stopping him from falling and pulling him to the bed, closer to himself. “Seriously, Yoichi?” He arches an eyebrow like a fucking dick, “I didn’t even try. You weren’t supposed to actually fucking trip—“ Yoichi slaps a hand over his mouth, and when he feels Kaiser’s arrogant smirk against the palm of his hand, his suicidal urges increase tenfold.
“Shut the fuck up! I’m tired and sore, can you stop physically abusing me for just one minute?” He snaps back, sitting upright and shoving Kaiser’s hands off of himself with a grumble and letting him speak again. Kaiser snorts, which makes Yoichi groan. He’s impossible to put up with.
“Stop being all pissy, Yoichi. Come here, will you?” And Yoichi knows, is sure Kaiser is mocking him. So he doesn’t ’come here.’ He refuses to, his pride simply won’t let him, as much as it would be very comfortable to lay his head against Kaiser’s chest and watch soccer together. He was better off alone, anyways! “No. Just- just tell me what you want already. I was just starting to get comfortable Kaiser, god I hate you so much.” He sighs.
But Kaiser only smiles, forcefully tugging Yoichi closer to himself (not that Yoichi was resisting him that much, really) before he whips out his phone, showing the Japanese a few letters that he struggles to identify for a few seconds.”Tell me what’s written here.” He shoves the phone more aggressively towards Isagi’s face, who catches it with a grumble and looks up at Kaiser, showing him the phone screen.
“Kaiser,” Yoichi blinks, genuinely so tired he doesn’t even have the energy to try and beat the shit out of his boyfriend anymore. “This is fucking Korean. I’m Japanese.” And Kaiser has the audacity to roll his eyes. “Tch. Same thing, isn’t it?” And okay, Yoichi knows that, logically, of course Kaiser knows Asia is a very diverse continent with many different countries, languages, dialects and cultures. But that doesn’t stop him from being annoyed at his feigned incompetence.
“Can you stop fucking playing with me?!” Yoichi snaps, clutching the phone so hard in his hand he swears the screen actually cracked a little. “Stop pretending to be dumb!! Is this like— a kink or something?! It doesn’t even look like Japanese, you little shit!!” And he swears he’s going to kill him, because when Kaiser pokes Yoichi’s red (with rage) cheek and smiles, the raven can feel a vein popping in his forehead. “Hm? Is that so?” Ugh!
“I hate you!!” Yoichi exclaims, gritting his teeth from rage as he tries to pull the other away when Kaiser wraps his arms around him to try and hug him. Who does he think he is, really?! “I should’ve just— dated Bachira or something. Less of a headache and much less racism, for sure!!”
And because Michael Kaiser is himself, backing down is never an option. He frowns, pulling Yoichi back against himself successfully because, hahah, despite all of his training, Kaiser is still stronger and cooler. “Pfft. Please, Yoichi. What would you do with that guy? Hold hands? You’re both so submissive.”
Yoichi knows he’s just mocking, because that’s just plainly not true! Yoichi is definitely not submissive, especially when it comes to the asshole he calls a boyfriend. It’s still a little incredible that he manages to come up with new creative insults at each one of Yoichi’s words, and unfortunately, all of them enrage him.
“I’ll fucking kill you!” He snaps back through gritted teeth, pathetically pawing at Kaiser to try and shove him away. “I’ll demolish you in the next game — then you’ll see how fucking submissive I really am!!” He doesn’t know what’s funny, because the blonde keeps laughing and Yoichi wants to bury himself in a hole and die.
Eventually, Kaiser’s laughter dies down along with the raven’s motivation to keep fighting back, and so he barely allows himself to be pulled into Kaiser’s arms with a grumble. “Kill yourself.” He says, and his boyfriend smirks — ugh, of course he fucking does. “Oh? So your demolishing won’t be enough, then? Have more faith in yourself, Yoichi. It’s getting to me, you know.”
Isagi wants to scream.
Kaiser may have won the battle, but he’ll make it so that he won't even have a chance at winning the war.
- 5
“Hah, fuck.” Yoichi pants out in the locker room after a long, long match against the current Manshine. It was a win for Bastard, like usual when Kaiser and Isagi are in the same team. With the rush of victory half gone, the striker downs his Blue-Lock-sponsored bottle of water like a lifeline.
When he places his water bottle back with sharp breaths, Yoichi analyses the game with quick thinking, as always. If Chigiri hadn’t swiped in and stole the fucking ball from him, he could’ve scored. No — could he? Kaiser was right next to him, he might’ve stolen the ball anyways. Yoichi’s positioning was off.
He’s snapped out of his thoughts when Kaiser nudges his shoulder, also panting, which is always a sign that Yoichi is not going crazy, and that the game was, in fact, quite challenging. However, Kaiser had gotten two whole goals in, while the raven had only gotten one. So the blonde still looked smug, despite also being shaken that they'd lost. “That was a nice goal, Yoichi. Mind passing me the ball next time so you don’t fumble it?” He raises an infuriating eyebrow.
“Shove it up your ass, dickhead.” Yoichi growls back, glaring at his boyfriend with all the rage he can muster up. He doesn’t nudge or shove him, though, because he’s super civilized and a really good person. “It’s cute you’re still trying to get me to pass to you after all these years. Do you cry at night because I don’t like you, Kaiser?” And the blonde snorts, rolling his eyes. “I’m usually busy fucking you at that time, sorry to disappoint.” That— fucking asshole. Yoichi should kill him.
But before he can even spit back an insult, Kaiser blinks down (ugh, why does he have to be taller?) at him and tilts his head questioningly, crossing his arms. “On second thought, I do think it’s quite impressive that you manage to use metavision like that.” Yoichi frowns, all insults dying on his throat as he tries to make out what Kaiser could possibly mean by those words.
“With those tiny ass eyes. Seriously, I could never.” He tugs at the corner of one of his eyes, imitating Yoichi’s in the most disgustingly disrespectful way ever. That is, until the raven delivers a very deserving, aggressive and harsh tug to Kaiser’s hair, fuming and to the point of bursting with rage.
His eyes aren’t even small! Literally! He’s just— well, he’s got monolids, sure! And Kaiser doesn’t! He’s just being a fucking asshole, and Yoichi is totally falling for the bait. But he can’t help being irritated, Yoichi never had to deal with shit like this back in Japan, where everyone was, well, Japanese!
What could he even use against Kaiser? That he’s gay? Sure, but that doesn’t work because Yoichi isn’t any better. Plus, he’s not an asshole like his boyfriend is. He’s a nice person, with a lot of respect for other people’s choices, opinions, tastes and cultures. And he knows Kaiser is just doing this to piss him off, that he doesn’t actually mean it, but fuck does it work. Yoichi isn’t even upset, he’s just mad. Fuming. Breathing fucking fire!
“You’ll see, you shitty emperor.” He breathes out, grabbing at Kaiser’s hair so hard it might just rip off. But the asshole’s just laughing. “I’ll fucking eat you alive! Just you wait.” With a huff, he lets go of the other and walks towards the other direction, heading for the showers. Kaiser’s so fucked when he gets back at him, Yoichi doesn’t even know what to do with all this rage contained inside of him. “I can’t wait, you clown.”
Fuck, he needs to play again. After a shower, perhaps. And then he’ll punch Kaiser so hard in his infuriatingly beautiful face and perfectly sculpted nose and rosy soft lips and long blonde lashes. Yes, that’s what he’s going to do.
- +1
Okay, maybe Kaiser had gone a little too far with his little jokes. Did he? He didn’t know. Probably. Because Yoichi has been sleeping on the couch all three nights since the last incident, and Kaiser is also refusing to apologize because he’s a prideful, arrogant idiot.
He sighs. Man, he doesn’t know what to do anymore. Yoichi won’t talk to him anymore, and keeps his translator off at almost all times, so Kaiser can’t even talk to him if he tries. That’s just unfair, right? He’s starting to feel offended. It wasn’t even that bad! Just a little teasing, like they always do. Yoichi is just being pathetic if he keeps avoiding him like this.
So, he decides he’ll maybe apologize. Just maybe. But he might also argue with Yoichi if he’s too childish about it, because, duh. But he’ll swallow his pride for maybe two seconds, and even use google translate if he has to to make his boyfriend understand what he’s saying whether he wants to or not. He gets up from the bed, setting his blue light glasses aside before stepping into the living room where Yoichi sits, peacefully eating an apple.
They look at each other blankly for about three seconds — the dark-haired striker looking him up and down, making a disgusted face at Kaiser’s flashy red robe before sighing. Before the German can even open his phone to Google translate his words, Yoichi actually grabs his translator earbuds and pops them into his ears. Huh, how efficient.
As he doesn’t say a word, only looks, Kaiser advances two steps before sighing carefully, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall as he calmly speaks. “…so. Yoichi.” A pause. Okay, how does he do this again? Does he just say ‘sorry’? ‘Sorry for being racist with you like, five times, it was a joke and I really love you baby’?
But Yoichi isn’t giving him any clues, just peacefully eating his apple. The only audible sound in the room is the crunch it makes when he bites into it, for a few seconds. Until Kaiser speaks up again, “…are you really going to stay mad over that?” He huffs. “You’re so childish. Can’t you take a joke?”
And then Yoichi sighs, — finally reacting due to some crazy alignment from the stars — standing up and tossing what’s left of the fruit on the trash bin. “No, Kaiser, I’m not German — I can take a joke pretty well, actually.” Oh. So this is where he’s going now? Kaiser glares at him, raising an eyebrow as he continues. “Also, unrelated, but who drank this cup of water?” He points to a half-empty water cup on the sink that Kaiser drank earlier. “Surely wasn’t you, right? Aren’t you Germans allergic to anything but beer, sausage and the blood of the innocent?”
Kaiser scoffs. This motherfucker! “You little shit—“
“Oh, so sorry. Forgot about your tough sense of humor again. Being white must be so hard, right? You know what we should do to make you feel better? Go out.” He slaps a hand over his forehead dramatically. “God! I forgot again— it’s early afternoon and you can’t burn your fragile, pale white European skin and your light blonde European hair, nor stare at the sun with your beautiful glassy light blue European eyes, can you?”
Kaiser just stares at him, mouth agape. What the fuck? Where did all that come from? Is he seriously back to talking to him just to spew out this bullshit? “Yoichi. Do you seriously think this is funny?—“ but then he shuts himself up, because fuck. Maybe he does have a bit of a German sense of humor when it comes to himself. Fuck!
Yoichi smiles, so bright and happy that you could never guess what he was saying before, and actually laughs. “Hahah!! It’s so funny! Gosh, I’m so happy.” He grins, walking over and actually kissing Kaiser for the first time in three whole days, with tongue and enthusiasm and everything, holding back a smile while he’s at it. And despite his rage, Kaiser has been feeling quite needy without him these days.
“Hah, so glad I got that off my chest.” And he does sound relieved as he pulls back, resting their foreheads together and looking at Kaiser’s confused, taken aback and mildly flustered face with a happy sparkle in his eyes. “I’m so happy that you’re mad. I love hating you, Kaiser.” Huh? Huh??
Yoichi has never been this lovey-dovey in his life towards his boyfriend, and Kaiser is so absurdly confused he just stupidly splutters when he tries to say something back. What can he even say to that? It’s certainly as sweet as Yoichi can be around him. “Fuck you.” He decides on after a while, blinking like a stupid fucking dizzy cat. He hates himself.
But Yoichi still kisses him again, and maybe that’s worse than all of the insults he could’ve possibly spewed out, because Kaiser feels like he’s melting, floating, bursting and dying all at once. He hates loving Yoichi.