#KAISER PLSPLSPLSPLSLPS GIVE ME ONE CHANCE

[kxsagi]

Heyyy

Sooo i know you may have many request but i couldn't help myself...

How about Kaiser, who is Readers boyfriend, getting jealous of Isagi?

I would leave you the room about how it goes just pleaseeeee make it fluff♡☆

♡Thank you!♡

“𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤”

a/n: i love reading about kaisagi fighting over you, or either one of them getting jealous that you, their gf, is talking to their enemy, so i’m so happy i could write this request!

(btw for clarification, reader has the mikage earpiece that translates languages)

there was no reason for him to feel this way. at least, that’s what kaiser kept telling himself. over and over again. but his jaw was still clenched, and his grip on his water bottle was so tight he was pretty sure the plastic was about to rupture. 

he wasn’t looking at you. no, he was glaring at him. 

isagi yoichi. 

his “rival.” his “equal.” his “public enemy #1.” … or whatever dumb label the media was using these days. 

meanwhile, you were over there, laughing at something isagi said like he was the funniest man alive. the sound of your giggle rang out a little too brightly for kaiser’s liking. the worst part? isagi wasn’t even funny. he knew that for a fact. 

and then you did the unthinkable, you placed a hand on isagi’s shoulder. 

kaiser nearly choked on his water. 

oh, hell no. 

his eye twitched. why were you touching him? why were you smiling at him like that? and why the fuck was isagi leaning in slightly like he wasn’t currently committing a crime punishable by death? 

kaiser’s jaw clenched so tight he was half-convinced he cracked a molar. 

the moment you walked over, all sweet and soft-spoken, completely oblivious to the murderous aura practically radiating off your boyfriend, you greeted him with a bright smile. 

“hey, schatz.” 

oh, now you were calling him schatz all cute and affectionate? right in front of isagi? oh, he was definitely going to kill him. 

kaiser didn’t say anything. instead, he stared at you like you just kicked his soccer ball into a black hole. you blinked up at him, confused. 

“what’s wrong?” you asked, tilting your head slightly. 

“nothing.” he forced the fakest, most tight-lipped smile known to mankind. “just… thirsty.” 

you eyed the way he aggressively chugged his water like it was laced with liquid vengeance, but you shrugged it off. “okay…?” 

and that was when kaiser’s oh-so-brilliant solution to his jealousy hit him. 

without warning, he hooked an arm around your waist, pulling you into him. before you could even blink, his lips were on yours. 

except this wasn’t one of his usual soft, teasing kisses. no. this one was practically a public service announcement. bold. dramatic. a “fuck you” to anyone who so much as looked at you, specifically the walking offense known as isagi. 

your eyes widened slightly at the suddenness of it all. “m-michael?” you mumbled against his lips, dazed. 

he didn’t answer. he just deepened the kiss. in the background, you vaguely heard someone mutter, “bro, get a room” (this was raichi for sure). 

when he finally pulled back, you were left wide-eyed and slightly breathless. “w-what was that for?” you asked, blinking. 

kaiser smirked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand like he just committed a crime and was proud of it. “just felt like it.” 

liar. 

behind you, isagi stared flatly at the two of you, clearly unimpressed. “wow,” he deadpanned, already turning away. “real mature.” 

kaiser’s eyes narrowed, and he slung his arm around your shoulders like he was marking his territory. “oh, i’m very mature,” he muttered just loud enough for isagi to hear. 

you stared at your boyfriend for a long moment, finally piecing it together. you could practically see the wheels turning in his pretty little head. “… wait.” you blinked. “are you…” your lips parted in disbelief. “are you jealous?” 

kaiser scoffed. actually scoffed. “jealous?” he repeated, eyes wide with mock innocence. “pfft. of isagi?” he waved a hand dismissively. “please. i don’t even know who that is.” 

you deadpanned. “you call him your ‘rival’ at least seventeen times a week.” 

kaiser’s eye twitched slightly. “do i? huh. weird.” 

you crossed your arms over your chest, giving him a flat look. “you’re totally jealous.” 

his eye twitched again. “am not.” 

“you are.” 

he shot you a side-eye glare. “you’re not funny.” 

you grinned wickedly, leaning up slightly, eyes glinting with mischief. “should i go back and talk to him again?” 

kaiser’s grip on your waist instantly tightened like a damn vice. his eyes narrowed into a deadly glare, voice low and dangerous. “don’t you fucking dare.” 

you burst out laughing, placing a hand over his chest. “schatz, relax. you’re my one and only.” 

his eyes softened slightly at the sound of your voice, but he was still glaring daggers at isagi’s retreating back, muttering under his breath. “he should be lucky i’m feeling generous today.” 

you snorted, poking his cheek. “what, you gonna fight him?” you teased. “what are you gonna do? step on him with your gucci sneakers?” 

kaiser’s eyes narrowed. “don’t tempt me.” 

you were still giggling as you pressed a kiss to his cheek, and despite himself, kaiser finally cracked a small smile. but as you walked off, he glanced over his shoulder, locking eyes with isagi one last time. 

and with the pettiest, most smug smirk he could muster, he mouthed two words: 

she’s mine. 

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