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Could Ness be truly called human? He read these books — filthy romantic novels, or even pornographic ones, and actually had the courage to grab his pen and risk off the character’s names, writing his and Kaiser’s instead. He’d get off to the words, to the fantasies he made up in his head. This wasn’t an idol he was being creepy towards, this was Michael Kaiser; his friend, his loved one. The striker who showed him the impossible could happen and saved his life. The one he cut the hair of, the one he kissed.
He soon found himself being more satisfied with his thoughts than with Kaiser himself. Imagining that Kaiser was hugging him was more comforting than the blonde actually, truly hugging him. That’s because fantasy Kaiser could be read, could be understood. And as much as Ness did understand real Kaiser, he didn’t understand why he’d kiss him, have sex with him.
In which Alexis Ness is a slave to his own thoughts.