#michael kaiser

[sunmotifed]

i really like alexis ness. kaiser is there i guess

[zenmiren]

sypnosis: from friends to strangers to friends to lovers. you have known michael kaiser ever since you were kids, your cloud 9 friendship ended after he mysteriously stopped meeting up with you, and 4 years later, you meet again.

michael kaiser x reader

likes and reblogs are appreciated!!

— not proof-read, might be some mistakes

content: fluff, angst if you squint, nickname 'mihya' is used, childhood friends to lovers trope

saturday, 2:35 pm. berlin, germany.

— 3rd december 2007

8 year old michael kaiser sat by himself under a slide at the park that he went to often. he had been booted outside by his father once again, and with no where else to go, he fled to the park. michael had no friends, so usually, he just sat and watched people play, walk by with their dogs, etc..

until.. he spots a ball, old and rough looking. it clearly wasn't important since it was left behind, and maybe he could fit in with other kids if he had a toy of his own that he could play with.

he crawls out from under the slide and takes the ball. he threw it, bounced it and punched it around, but he was left wondering why his ball wasn't as bouncy as the other kids ones.

compared to his ball, which had pentagons and hexagons, the other kids had brightly coloured balls, and a few kids even had an orange ball with intricate stripes that they threw in a hoop. he tried to throw his ball high up in the air, to make it seem like he knew how to play too, and hopefully, the other kids would ask him to join... but instead.. a girl who was a bit shorter than him, but definitely his age approached him with a toothy grin.

"thats not how you play soccer" you pointed at him with your fat little index finger.

michael was.. awestruck, to say the least, he had never seen someone so.. soft looking, it gave him the urge to protect you, and he didn't even know your name...

"uh-uh.. what." what even was soccer? michael had no idea.

"soccer, you have a soccer ball. are you good at playing?"

"uh-"

"clearly not if you're throwing it around like that!" you laughed, unaware that you had made the boy a tad bit insecure of himself "but don't worry! i'm not very good, but still, i know the jist of it!"

michael simply nodded, letting you lead him along to a more open space. he watches you make a makeshift goal, using two sticks as the point you have to kick past before you strolled over to the ball and kicked it past.

"score!!" you happily exclaimed, cheering as you threw one hand up in the air, gripping the corner of your shirt and putting one leg ahead of the other [JUST IMAGINE KAISER'S MAGNUS POSE BUT LESS DRAMATIC.. cause ur not a try hard like michael is..]

you and michael had played until evening, and michael had quickly realised that he was a natural at the game.

the days after your first encounter, you hadn't shown up to the park in a bit, michael was disappointed, but had hoped you had returned. while you were gone, he practiced kicking the ball and doing tricks to impress you when you came back.

in reality, you were just sick with a fever and had to miss a few days of school and going out, which you were very upset about, but your mom made you just suck it up.

when michael finally saw you again, playing with your friends from school, he was so happy, yet so shy, and he didn't have the guts to approach you again. meanwhile, you were looking for the boy in the black hoodie that you played with before.

when you met eyes, michael felt relief when your face brightened, and you quickly excused yourself from your friends, running over to him and saying hi.

michael had a lot of fun with you every single day, for years. after your school, you would meet up at the park, it didn't matter how tired you were, you had to see him, atleast once a day. michael wasn't much of a talker, hangouts always usually consisted of you yapping about your day while he listened, hummed along and added commentary here and there. to you, it was perfect, you liked that michael listened.

your friends often wondered why you never finished all your food, and your mom found it strange that you always asked for extras whenever she packed your lunch. she summed it up to you just being a growing girl, and that it was most likely just cause you were going through puberty.

you would always just give your spare food to michael though.

you watched as michael scarfed down the remaining food in your lunchbox. neither of you talked, you both just sat on a small hill together. you laid on the grass while michael sat upright, since he didn't want to choke with how fast he was eating.

your eyes scattered around his body and face, he had taken off his signature black hoodie, showing off his forearms and all the bruises and scars that came with it. your gaze travelled up to his face, you always noticed his wounds, but never mentioned it, it must have been a sensitive topic. he had a busted lip, a black eye and a few bruises around his cheeks and forehead.

you sighed, before an idea came to mind.

saturday, 11:15am. berlin, germany

— 15th november 2014

the next day, you showed up to the park with a picnic basket, you had lied to your mom, saying that you would go out with a few friends, since she had no knowledge of michael.

"mihya" you hugged him from behind, effectively making him flinch in shock.

"hey, [name]..." his eyes drifted down to the picnic basket ".. what's.. that for?" he shrugged over to it

"oh! i brought some snacks for us"

michael's fat ass immediately got excited, and he watched as you set the picnic blanket down. you urged him to sit on the blanket, and when you opened the basket, it revealed a lot of snacks you brought, and a few medical items, like cotton balls, alcohol and gauze bandages.

you two made conversation, for a bit before you brought up the wounds. your hand gently cupped his cheek, softly caressing it.

"mihya.. let me clean your wounds, i'm not gonna ask how you got them, i just want to help.." you leaned in close, and michael felt his heart start to race... he hated how you were such a good person.

you ended up cleaning his wounds, only because you were so insistent.

as you used the last of your bandaids for a bruise on his cheek. you ended it off with a sweet kiss on his cheek, to which he flinched away before a heavy blush made its way on his cheeks. you giggled, and michael wished that he could save this in his memory forever. better yet, he wished this lasted forever.

you made him feel things that felt good, you were a safe space to escape everything else in his life. you were what heaven felt like, and michael hoped that he would never be separated from you.

he should have knocked on wood.

around a month after that day, michael mysteriously stopped showing up. not even a hint to why. you remembered clearly that the last time you both were together, he said "i'll see you tomorrow!".. and yet.

you, however, remained hopeful. michael isn't the type to just leave without a word, right? you waited for hours on end, every single day, and he never once came back. by the end of january, you had given up completely.

tuesday, 6:44pm. munich, germany

— (your birthdate) 2018

michael returned to his penthouse after practice. he was drenched in sweat, and his jersey stuck to his toned muscles. he sighed, kicking his shoes off, putting his duffel bag down and plopping down on the couch, manspreading before he whipped his phone out.

he needed a vacation, honestly. he scrolled on instagram, looking through his feed. he stumbled upon a collaboration post of a bunch of university students his age. michael raised a brow, and swiped to see the rest of the photos.

his blue eyes widened when he saw a familiar face, holding a cake. then it clicked, how could he forget? it was your birthday... michael mentally slapped himself, he thought of you every single day, and yet he managed to forget the most important day of the year, which was YOUR date of birth.

he was enamoured.. you looked so pretty, aged like fine wine, in his opinion, even though it had only been around 4 years.

his eyes went to the curve of your nose, the crinkle of your eyes as you smiled, the way your lips looked so so soft.. my goodness.

he set his phone down, his thoughts going on overdrive before he picked his phone back up, and looked through the collaborators on the instagram post, it was your birthday, so obviously you would be a collaborator. he clicked on your profile and mentally applauded himself when he found that your page was public.

he felt a small smile show up on his face when he saw what you were up to. you were a university student in munich, the same city he was in.. you went to a pottery class with a few friends just for fun, you had a part-time job working as a waitress at a 4-star restaurant. you had one cat, named misty, and your friend group over all had a good vibe to it.

michael was happy that you had trustworthy people to hang out with, however, he still wanted to be your number one best friend, maybe even more, so of course, he was a tad bit jealous.

he ordered a bouquet of generic roses to send to your university the next day. it came with a card that said 'send to [name] [last name]', so obviously you received it.

for a while, michael was fine with just stalking your social media and sending you gifts, without signing his name, but it all stopped once ness had come to practice with a familiar girl.

michael raised a brow, he remembered her from somewhere, but he just couldn't remember where.

"kaiser! this is eliza, a close family friend of mine!" ness beamed as michael glanced to eliza, who shyly waved.

eliza.. eliza... ah.. now he remembered.. michael had seen her name when he was scrolling through your followings.

ness had explained that eliza had invited him to a big meet up that was happening tonight with her friends and acquaintances, just for fun, and he wanted michael to come along, since for some reason, ness thought they were friends.

"is [name] gonna be there." michael blurted out, placing a hand on his hip.

ness tilted his head in confusion at the unfamiliar name, and eliza wasn't expecting that question.

"you know [name]? yeah, she'll be there" eliza nods

"then I'm coming."

".. right.."

ness didn't leave him alone for the entire day, constantly asking about who you were and how you knew each other. michael tuned him out. he was more focused on what he would wear, what cologne he would wear... what cologne would you like?

that night, he finished getting ready. he just wore something casual, since the gathering wasn't remotely fancy. ness had picked him up and as they drived, michael felt butterflies in his stomach, his knee was consistently bouncing and his hands felt clammy.

they met with eliza outside of the bar and when they went inside, michael was met with a few familiar faces, he recognised some as people you were following online, and some he didn't know at all.

his eyes shifted from face to face, before he saw yours. michael immediately started regretting coming here.. he was perfectly fine with just watching your life on instagram.. 'michael.. fucking idiot..' he mentally slapped himself. he should just leave honestly. michael was full of ego and confidence, and here he was, buckling his knees for a childhood friend.

he was just about to leave the bar, but you had already seen him, he swore he saw your eyes widen, just a little tiny bit before you excused yourself from your friends, just like how you did so many years ago at the park when you were children, and approached him...

"michael.." you addressed him

"hey." he forced himself to smirk, putting up his arrogant, usual facade.

"wipe that smirk off your face, asshole" you huffed, crossing your arms. "you have some explaining to do."

michael wasn't shocked when you returned to his penthouse with him that night... just to catch up, of course!

sunday, 6:30pm. berlin, germany

— 28th april 2025

you and michael were walked around your hometown, you had just gone as a 2 day trip, and soon, you both would be going to greece anyway, so you didn't need to go on holiday for too long.

you stopped by the old park you used to spend time in "mihya look!" you ran ahead, breaking your hand holding "hahah! this place barely changed!"

michael lovingly watched as you walked around the playground area ".. yeah.. it really hasn't.."

whilst your back was turned, he pulled out a velvet box from his coat pocket. he looked down at it, before looking back up at you, before looking back down at it again. he took a deep breath

".. mein liebling." he called out, gaining your attention. you turned over your shoulder, only to be met with the sight of your boyfriend down on one knee.

"...!!" you gasped and he softly smiled at your cute reaction.

".. let's get married?"

UGGGHHH TS SOOO BUNS 😞😞 it ain't proof-read either whay the heck

please pslpslspslspl ignore grammar mistakes

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21 | best friends, baby!

ft. fem!reader & bachira, shidou, rin, sae, isagi, chigiri, nagi, kunigami, kaiser

cw. cussing, threats? of violence (boys being boys), y/n’s hand is shown (only focus on the nails; picture her however you want!)

“what are you all doing here?” you asked through your giant smile as a crowd of young men filtered into the restaurant where you worked. bachira and shidou eyed the menu with hungry eyes before eventually setting their sights on you. “free food?”

you let out a laugh that sounded more like a scoff. “discounted food.”

you don’t usually work nights, so you weren’t sure what to expect throughout your shift, but the five men definitely made you feel a lot lighter. they found their own seats, and you handed over some extra menus and napkins.

“kaiser got held up,” rin informed, though you never asked. “said you were working tonight.”

figures. he’d probably use your unusual shift as an excuse to bring someone over and be louder than usual. you chatted with them until they decided what to eat and then disappeared to relay their orders to the cook. when you returned, the restaurant was relatively empty and all remaining guests had been served, so you slipped into the available seat beside bachira and tugged the bag of guitar picks from your pocket.

“here! i ended up painting them all so you guys could pick and choose which ones you want…” you dumped the contents onto the table and spread them out for all five boys to see. “i already pulled the ones i made for chigiri, so these are all for you!”

bachira leaned into you, tossing his arm around your shoulders as shidou pretended to weep into one hand while reaching across the table and grabbing your hand with the other. “you’re so sweet to us, y/n!”

your cheeks warmed up slightly at the compliment. “it’s the least i could do. you’re the ones who have been sweet and accepting!”

“cause we’re best friends, baby!” bachira cheered as he snatched the dolphin pick up before anyone had the chance. his yellow eyes sparkled when they turned to you. “you really were listening to my dolphin rant?” you nodded and recounted some facts you learned from him as bachira smushed his cheek against the top of your head. ��we are keeping you forever.”

you left to grab their orders and told your coworker you were going on break after dropping it off. he waved you off, saying the place was closing soon anyway.

“did you all pick one?” you asked when you realized the pile of guitar picks was gone. sae held one up and balanced his cheek on a closed fist. “those three are hoarding them.”

“don’t lie! we let you take, like, two. and rin doesn’t need a pick, anyway!”

“that one had a skull, though…”

you smiled as the boys argued, but it dropped when another one of your coworkers leaned on the back of your chair and laughed. “i didn’t realize you had a little baby sibling, y/n! i think my sister stopped drawing pictures like that when she.. was…” he trailed off, and when you lifted your head, you noticed all five men staring straight at him.

their faces were meticulously blank; you could feel the tension radiating off their shoulders. shidou shifted like he was about to stand, and your coworker was suddenly on the other side of the store, admiring a fake plant. you blinked, and they returned to normal.

“i’m gonna hang it on a chain and never take it off,” shidou promised while showing the pick off to sae (for the third time).

bachira sighed at his dolphin. “i won’t lose it, but if i do, will you paint me one just like this?” you nodded. no words had come out of your mouth since the encounter with your coworker, and you could tell they were trying to help you get comfortable again.

“y/n! what if you paint our nails next?”

“oh, yeah!” isagi added. “kaiser and rin used to get theirs done all the time. not detailed like your picks, but the fans loved it.”

shidou reached forward and hugged your hands. “would you do that? i’ll paint yours in return—i won’t mess up!”

you smiled, slow and soft. “that sounds like fun!”

masterlist // previous (ch 20) // next (ch 22)

notes -> sooooooo thoughts on what’ll happen next? might be introducing a new character 😅🤭

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© neeeooon, 2025

[kanade-howl]

Michael kaiser ✨️💙

My twt (X): kanaade_

[bkblaise]

ok i promise last piece before finals NO MORE NO MOREEE NO MOREEEEEEEE this is not kainess cus ik for a fact the person who commissioned this doesnt like it HAHAHA it's just y/n

[koipudding]

frothing at the mouth like a diseased animal OH MY GOD (✿ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)⁾⁾

(danke for the tag :3)

Biting F/O is so awesome, for stress relief, for boredom, for expressing your emotion

If they bite back all the better....

[kxsagi]

ok i'm literally about to rip my head off instg. I'm asking because I LOVE your writing, but does anyone remember a ff with Kaiser with multiple trigger warnings (no NSFW) with reader who ran away from home and met him while she was rummaging through the garbage for food? That was the lore or something like that, ISTG I'M GOING INSANE BECAUSE I WAS STARTING TO LOVE IT AND IF SOMEONE CAN FIND IT I MIGHT MARRY THEM. Please let's help each other 🙏

“𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐮𝐩”

a/n: girl i’mma be so honest… i have no idea which fic this is and i’ve never read it 😭

but since you really wanna find it… and i like the plot idea… i figured i would write my own version

but if anyone finds the original, pls comment or message me their @ so i can tag them and credit them! 

(art credits go to jinxx_yu on X)

tw: child neglect, poverty, homelessness, implied abuse, food insecurity, emotional distress

you’re ten when you meet him. and you haven’t eaten in two days. 

it’s early morning, still foggy with dew, and the back alley behind the bakery is quiet, save for the soft rustle of your hands digging through the bin. you’re small enough to go unnoticed, quick enough to run if you’re not. but your legs feel heavy today. slow. your stomach cramps with every movement, and your fingers are shaking so bad you almost drop the stale muffin you find. 

you’re about to shove it into your mouth when a voice says, “hey.” 

you spin around, heart in your throat. 

a boy stands there. not much older than you. probably your age, even. but taller. sharper. he’s not wearing a shirt, just black sweatpants a little too big for his slim figure. he doesn’t look scared. doesn’t look mean, either. just curious. 

you narrow your eyes. “what do you want?” 

he remains calm, hands resting in his pockets. “nothing. just… i come here, too.” 

you blink. “to… dig?” 

he shrugs. “sometimes they throw out the ones that are only a little old. if you get here early enough, they’re not soggy yet.” 

you stare at him for a beat. and then you look down at the muffin in your hand. 

“… you want half?” you offer, quiet. 

he’s shocked. you’re too bright for someone living like this. 

“you serious?” 

you break the muffin in two, handing him the bigger half. 

“you’re weird,” he says, taking it. 

“so are you.” 

the two of you sit on the curb, eating in silence. crumbs fall into your laps. he tells you his name is michael, but he says it with an accent (mee-kha-el) and then adds, “but i prefer kaiser.” 

“why?” you ask. 

he shrugs again. “just… sounds cooler.” 

you snort. “okay, kaiser.” 

he grins a little, and it makes your chest feel warm. 

you learn a lot about him that morning. like how he hates the rain because of how fast it soaks his already-worn-out shoes. and how his dad makes everything he does a punishment. how sometimes he climbs on top of the bus stop just to feel above it all. 

you tell him you ran away because home didn’t feel like home. you don’t give details in the moment. you don’t need to. he doesn’t ask. 

“we’re kinda the same,” he says, picking at a loose thread on his waistband. “like… like nobody wanted us. so we had to want ourselves.” 

you glance at him. it’s the first time anyone’s ever said something like that to you. something that feels true. 

you nod. “yeah. we have to be our own people.” 

he holds out a pinky. “so let’s promise.” 

“promise what?” 

“that we’ll find a way out. not just survive. like… really live. better than them. better than this.” 

your throat burns. not from hunger this time. 

you hook your pinky with his. “promise.” 

𐙚

years later, you’re standing in the world’s loudest stadium. confetti rains gold. his name echoes across the world. 

but michael kaiser only sees you. 

you’re at the edge of the field, eyes glassy, mouth trembling with a smile. the same way you looked when you shared half a muffin with him behind a bakery all those years ago. 

he doesn’t hesitate, he jumps the barrier, running straight into your arms. 

“we made it,” he breathes, medal warm between your chests. 

you nod, laughing through tears. “yeah. from trash bins to trophies.” 

he kisses you like a promise kept. 

and when he lifts the world cup over his head, he looks at the cameras, the crowds, the sky, but smiles only at you. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[marie098887]

"We Could've Been."

Requested.

You were always his favorite, but someone else got there first.

Part 3: Ness, Hiori, Shidou, Kaiser, Niko, Sae,

Requests: OPEN

You were best friends. Close enough that everyone thought it was only a matter of time. You thought so too. But you never confessed.

And eventually, he stopped waiting.

So when someone else asked him out, he said yes, not because he loved her, but because at least she asked.

Now he’s taken. And you're still in his life, acting like nothing’s changed.

🎀 Alexis Ness

He knew. And he thought he could keep you anyway.

He wasn’t clueless.

He knew you liked him. He could feel it in the way you lingered when you said goodbye, the way you laughed a little too soft when he looked at you. He saw it in every text, every late night call you didn’t want to end.

And maybe he liked it a little too much.

You were safe. Familiar. Someone who chose him over and over, without him ever needing to ask.

He built his world around that. Around you.

And maybe that’s why he never confessed. Because if he said it out loud, if he admitted he needed you, and you didn’t feel the same?

He'd lose everything.

So he stayed quiet. Stayed smiling. Stayed close enough to keep you, but far enough not to scare you away.

And when someone else asked him out, confident, pretty, with eyes that never looked past him the way yours did, he said yes.

He thought it didn’t matter. He thought he could have both. He thought you’d stay.

But you didn’t.

You stopped waiting for him after class. Stopped reaching for his hand during scary movies. Stopped texting just to say goodnight.

And the second he noticed, really noticed , it hit him harder than anything ever had.

His girlfriend notices too.

"You still look at her like she's the only one here," she says, trying to sound casual, but failing.

He laughs it off. Smiles like it doesn’t mean anything. But inside? It’s ugly. It’s raw. It’s him realizing he made the biggest mistake of his life.

Because it was never about having someone. It was about having you.

And he lost you.

Because he was too much of a coward to fight for you when he had the chance.

Now, when he sees you smiling at someone else, leaning into them the way you used to lean into him he feels it like a punch to the gut.

And there’s nothing left to say but the truth:

You were mine. And I let you go.

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🩵 Hiori Yo

He never said anything. And now he never will.

It was easy with you.

Easier than anything else in his life. No pressure to be perfect. No expectation to always say the right thing. You understood him, the quiet, hesitant parts. The parts he kept tucked away from everyone else.

He thought you knew how he felt. He thought maybe you felt it too.

But he never said it.

And when someone else confessed, bright eyed, determined, promising something simple and sweet, he said yes. Why? He doesn't even know.

You didn’t say anything when it happened. Didn’t blink. Didn’t fight.

So he thought that was his answer.

Now you barely look at him anymore.

You smile less. Sit farther away. Shrink a little smaller every time he walks into the room.

And every time you pull away, it’s like another invisible thread between you snaps.

He tells himself he did the right thing. That he couldn’t have risked it anyway. That maybe this was better, safer.

But when he’s sitting next to his girlfriend, pretending to listen to her talk about weekend plans, all he can think about is you. All the things you never said. All the things he never said.

“You’re real quiet today,” his girlfriend says, laughin’ a little. “You’re always quiet, but today’s worse.”

He smiles, small, hollow. “Sorry, darlin’. Just tired.”

But he ain’t tired. He’s just... empty.

Because he had the chance to choose you. And he didn’t.

And now? He’ll spend every damn moment pretending he’s fine while watchin' the only person he ever wanted slip further away.

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🩷 Shidou Ryusei

He thought he could outrun the feeling. He was wrong.

He never waited for anything.

Not goals. Not attention. Not affection. If he wanted something, he went after it. Loud. Shameless. Fast.

But with you? He hesitated.

He thought there was time. Thought you’d always be there, laughing at his dumb jokes, throwing an arm around his shoulders, giving him that look that said I get you even when no one else does.

But you never said anything. Never crossed the line. So neither did he.

And when another girl, pretty, bold, right in front of everybody, asked him out, he said yes.

You were there. You didn’t say a word. Didn’t flinch. Didn’t even look at him.

So he laughed. Shrugged. Acted like it didn’t matter.

But now?

Now every time he’s with his girlfriend, all he can think about is how it’s not you. How her laugh isn’t yours. How her hand doesn’t fit the way yours would have.

He gets more reckless. Louder. Dumber.

Picks fights on the field. Says the wrong thing. Laughs too hard at shit that’s not funny.

Everyone notices. You notice, but you don’t reach for him anymore.

And that’s what wrecks him the most.

“You’re different lately,” his girlfriend says, arms crossed, eyes sharp. “You’re still hung up on her, aren’t you?”

He grins. Big. Fake. Wide enough to show teeth.

“Nah, babe,” he says. “She’s ancient history.”

But when he watches you laughing with someone else someone who isn’t him  something inside him claws and kicks and screams.

He turns away. Runs a hand through his hair. Lets out a breath like he’s laughing.

But he’s not.

Because all he can think is:

I was supposed to be the one you picked. Not him. Not anyone else. Me.

And under his breath, so quiet he hates himself for it

“Fuck.”

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👑 Michael Kaiser

He told himself you didn’t matter. He lied.

Kaiser doesn’t lose.

Not games. Not arguments. Not people.

So when another girl confessed, pretty, eager, practically shining under the weight of his attention , he said yes. Easy. Effortless. Barely thought about it.

You didn’t say anything. Didn’t flinch. Didn’t chase him.

And that pissed him off more than he’d ever admit.

He thought you’d fold. Thought you’d run after him. Thought you’d finally say the things you both danced around for months.

But you didn’t.

You pulled back slow, steady, leaving cold space where laughter used to be.

And him? He acted like he didn’t notice.

Got louder around you. Smirked bigger. Made stupid jokes about being "taken" now.

"You’ll survive without me, right, Schatz?" he teased one day, flashing you that wolfish grin.

You just smiled. Small. Easy. And didn’t say a word.

That’s when it hit him.

Really, actually hit him.

You weren’t playing hard to get. You were leaving.

And he hated it.

He picked fights with his girlfriend for no reason. Ignored texts. Started showing up late to dates like it was a sport.

“You’re distant,” she said finally, snapping her compact shut. “You still like her, don’t you?”

He stared, that same glare slowly forming on his face.

"Do you know how stupid you sound? Of course I don't. Don't say stupid shit like that again."

And just like that, the conversation was over, though, the tension in the air was still thick.

And later, when he saw you standing at your locker, laughing at something someone else said, not even glancing his way, he felt it in his chest. Sharp. Cold. Final.

He turned away before he could think too hard.

But under his breath, bitter and wrecked —

"Verdammter Idiot."

And for once? He didn’t mean you.

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🖤 Niko Ikki

He figured it out too late. And he has no one to blame but himself.

Niko noticed everything.

The shift in your voice when you were tired. The way your shoulders relaxed when you were really laughing. The way your hand would hover near his arm when you wanted to touch him but weren’t sure if you should.

He caught all of it. Filed it away in the part of his brain that hoarded everything about you.

And still, he never said anything.

He thought there was time. He thought staying close was enough. He thought he could keep you without risking anything.

So when another girl, sweet, predictable, easy, asked him out? He said yes.

He saw you standing a few feet away when it happened. Saw the way you went still. Saw the way you smiled, tight, almost polite, and walked away without looking back.

He felt it in his chest, heavy and cold.

But he didn’t chase you.

And now?

Now you barely talk. You sit with other people. Laugh at different jokes. Smile in ways that don’t involve him anymore.

He watches it all. Quietly. Every small distance you put between you and him he feels it like a paper cut he can’t stop reopening.

"You’re distracted," his girlfriend says one afternoon, frowning. "You never really look at me when we’re together."

He doesn’t deny it. Doesn’t even bother lying.

Because the truth is he’s always looking at you.

And now you’re looking somewhere else.

He could’ve stopped it. Could’ve said something. Could’ve picked you, the only person who ever made him want to try harder.

But he didn’t.

And now, standing in a crowded hallway watching you disappear into a sea of people who aren’t him, he thinks:

Smartest guy in the room... and still too stupid to keep you.

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❤️ Sae Itoshi

He thought he'd be fine without you. He was wrong.

Sae never believed in waiting.

Waiting meant weakness. Waiting meant wanting. Waiting meant giving someone else the power to hurt you.

And he never let anyone have that.

Not until you.

You were different. You stayed even when he pushed. Laughed even when he was short with you. Found him, really found him, under all the sharp edges he built around himself.

He told himself it was fine. That it wasn’t real. That if you never said anything, it wasn’t meant to be.

So when another girl confessed, all bright eyes and careful smiles, he said yes.

You didn't stop him. You didn't say a thing.

And that should’ve made it easier.

It didn’t.

Now you’re slipping away. Quietly. Slowly. Like sand through his fingers. You still exist in his world, but you don’t orbit him anymore.

You laugh with other people. You lean away when he’s near. You stop waiting after practice.

And he notices. Of course he notices.

But he doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak. Doesn’t fix it.

Because this is what he chose.

One day, his girlfriend asks him, careful and hesitant, “Do you ever think about her? Still?”

He looks up. Meets her eyes without flinching. And lies.

“No

Because what else is he supposed to say?

That he thinks about you every damn time he opens his phone? That every place you used to walk together feels too empty now? That he loved you,  still loves you, and never said it out loud?

No. That would make it real. And Sae Itoshi doesn't lose. Even if losing you already feels worse than anything he’s ever faced.

So he watches you laugh from across the courtyard. And he says nothing. Does nothing.

And inside, colder and sharper than he’ll ever admit, he thinks:

If I couldn’t have you my way... I didn’t deserve you at all.

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And that's it for this request :) I know I've been gone a bit, college has been kicking my ass not to mention mental issues, but I have a ton of ideas lined up I am excited to write for, and I can't wait to share them all with you all. <3

[voidcat]

You better hope Kaiser never sits next to you on a vehicle and falls asleep, head falling onto your shoulder because you’ll be sitting still the whole time by instinct and by the time he wakes up, he will feel something warm on his cheek- look down to see your palm cupping it because his head was sliding off and your hand shot up to his cheek to support his head.

And if he does… well good luck with him from then on because things will never be the same

[sunmotifed]

every time michael kaiser pisses me off i add another few lines to my isaness wip. im not playing this game with you blonde man

[iliketonomstuff]

Kaiser's the type of bf to pull your hair during...those times(and I mean it actually fucking hurts kinda hair pulling). He'd feel bad for hurting you afterwards but won't apologize

[itoshiierae]

michael kaiser x reader ( neighbor AU ☁️ ৎ𝄢 )

──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !!

ᡣ𐭩 notes: ahhh this one’s soo cute i literally can’t!!!?? just imagine growing up next door to him??? ughh enemies-to-lovers trope but make it domestic & soft lol. honestly i’d trip over his dumb sneakers every day if it meant hearing him call me “granny” with that smug little smirk (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ

──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !!

໒꒱ neighbor!michael kaiser who first met you because you scolded him for kicking a soccer ball against your shared fence too loudly while you were trying to do your homework.

໒꒱ neighbor!michael kaiser who rolled his eyes and called you a ‘grumpy grandma’ — but then started kicking the ball softer after that, because you asked.

໒꒱ neighbor!michael kaiser who purposely leaves his sneakers messily outside his door and somehow you always trip over them when you come home — so he starts moving them just before you arrive, pretending as if he didn't already memorise your entire schedule beforehand.

໒꒱ neighbor!michael kaiser who pretends to act cool when you wave at him from your window, but immediately kicks the ball into a bush because he was too busy staring at you.

໒꒱ neighbor!michael kaiser who gets way too smug the day you yell "nice shot, Kaiser!" from your bedroom window — and then proceeds to kick the ball harder for the next hour just to show off for you.

໒꒱ neighbor!michael kaiser who offers to walk you to school the first time it rains — all cocky like "yeah, it's not a big deal" — but secretly shields you from puddles like an overdramatic knight.

໒꒱ neighbor!michael kaiser who starts leaving little things outside your door — a soccer keychain, a candy bar, a note that says "granny needs a break" — just to make you smile.

──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !!

[neeeooon]

Heya!! I saw ur reqs were open and legit ran to them. Can we get headcanons of the bllk players with a reader who absolutely destroys them in a game of 1v1 soccer? Can be platonic or romantic, either or. Make sure ur taking care of yourself!!! :3

i’ve decided that for any reqs i get (and have motivation for) that don’t have characters mentioned i’m gonna write them in this format. ty for the req!

when you beat him in a 1v1

bf(f) bllk x gn!reader. crack, some might be super ooc

ohhhh he’s mad. he’s seething, frothing at the mouth, punching the ground like a disney villain in distress. but he can’t be mad at you so he just stares at his hands like “do i.. suck?” (his dramatic ass does not suck he just didn’t realize how talented you are before challenging you to a 1v1)

-> isagi yoichi. michael kaiser. alexis ness.

he’s mad and he’s seething and he totally ignores you—too embarrassed to face you after already defeating you in his head. when the plan doesn’t go accordingly (he did not predict this outcome) he can’t even speak or congratulate you on your win

-> itoshi rin. itoshi sae. barou shoei. yukimiya kenyu.

kind of in denial at first like “wait, i lost?” and needs a minute to collect himself before congratulating you on your win. he promises to beat you next time during the sportsmanship handshake and you tell him to bring it on 😈

-> nagi seishiro. kunigami rensuke. chigiri hyoma.

brother does not gaf. you beat him?? how?? he needs you to teach him your moves Yesterday. if losing to you is an opportunity to get better, he’s gonna take it!

-> bachira meguru. mikage reo. hiori yo. kurona ranze.

[kaxserlvr]

It was supposed to be a normal date. Just dinner, some casual conversation, maybe a walk through the park afterward. That’s all you and Kaiser had planned.

But a little girl, no more than five or six, standing in the middle of the park with a lost look on her face. Her tiny hands clutched a teddy bear, her eyes wide and teary.

You immediately crouched down to her level, your voice soft. “Hey, sweetie, are you okay?”

She sniffled, shaking her head. “I lost my mommy.”

Kaiser was standing beside you , arms crossed, looking annoyed. “We can’t just babysit some kid. We’re on a date.”

You gave him a side eye and ignored him, your focus completely on the girl. “Don’t worry. We’ll help you find your mommy, okay?”

The little girl nodded, wiping her eyes. Kaiser muttered something under his breath, but you didn’t catch it. You just stood up and looked at him. “Come on, let’s help her. It’ll only take a little bit.”

He sighed, looking around. “This is ridiculous.”

But even though he complained, you could tell he wasn’t going to walk away from a kid in need. He just stood there, reluctantly waiting for you to take the lead.

You guys spent hours walking around the park, asking around, checking every corner for any sign of the little girl’s mother. Kaiser was grumpy the entire time, rolling his eyes every time you knelt down to talk to the girl, offering her some comfort or reassurance.

But as the hours passed, something began to change in him.

The little girl clung to him more, her small hand reaching for his every time we walked. At first, he’d stiffen, pulling away, but then, slowly, he started to soften. Every now and then, he’d look down at her with something like gentleness in his eyes, even offering her a small smile when she’d giggle at one of his sarcastic remarks.

“You’re pretty good with her,” you said, glancing up at him as you guys walked down a new path, the girl holding onto his hand now.

Kaiser shot you a look, a small smirk tugging at his lips. “I’m not the baby whisperer, you know.”

But his words lacked the usual bite. You could tell he was starting to enjoy the little girl’s company,how she’d shyly ask him to pick her up when she got tired, how he’d pretend to grumble but do it anyway. He was showing a side of himself you hadn’t seen in a long time, a softer, quieter side.

When you guys finally found her mother, a woman frantically searching the park. The girl ran toward her, and the woman scooped her up in a tight embrace.

“Thank you so much,” the woman said, tears in her eyes. “I don’t know what I would’ve done.”

You smiled, patting the girl on the head. “Glad we could help.”

Kaiser, who had been unusually quiet throughout the whole ordeal, cleared his throat. “Yeah, no problem,” he muttered.

You both waved them off, watching the mother and daughter walk away. The entire experience had been exhausting, but something about it felt… right. Like you could’ve stayed with that little girl forever, and Kaiser might’ve felt the same.

You guys didn’t say much on the way home, the air between you both heavier than it had been before. When you got back to your apartment, you set your things down and flopped onto the couch, tired but content. Kaiser leaned against the doorframe, looking lost in thought.

“You okay?” You asked, watching him closely.

He looked down at you, his expression unreadable. For a moment, he didn’t say anything, just studied you with an intensity you weren’t used to. Then, finally, he spoke, his voice quieter than usual.

“You really are good with kids,” he said softly.

You smiled. “I like to think so. I’ve always wanted a family.”

Kaiser didn’t respond right away, instead, he walked over to the couch and sat beside you . His arm brushed against yours, and you could feel the tension in his muscles. He looked at you again, his voice low, almost thoughtful.

“I’ve thought I didn’t want kids,” he admitted, his gaze flicking to the floor for a second. “Thought I wasn’t the kind of guy who could handle it.”

You tilted your head, waiting for him to continue.

“But after today…” His fingers grazed the edge of your hand. “I don’t know. Watching you with her… it felt like family.”

Your heart skipped a beat, and you turned to face him, eyes wide. “What are you saying?”

Kaiser’s expression shifted, his jaw clenching before he sighed. “I guess I’m saying I was wrong. I could be… I could be good at it. At being a father, I mean.”

The words hung in the air, and for a long moment, neither of you spoke. He seemed to be processing it all, his usual cocky demeanor replaced by a rawness that was completely uncharacteristic.

Finally, he looked at you, his face flushed. “It’s just after seeing how you are… I can’t help but think you’d be an amazing mom. And maybe… maybe I could be a good dad, too.”

Your heart thudded in your chest, the weight of his words sinking in.

He suddenly leaned in, his breath warm against your skin. “I don’t know if we’re ready for that yet, but… I’ve been thinking about it.”

You couldn’t help but smile, reaching for his hand. “Maybe not now…but we’ll figure it out together.”

Kaiser stared at you, his face still soft, as if something inside him had shifted. He kissed you softly, and for a moment, it felt like you were already a family—no words needed, just the quiet understanding that whatever happened next, you’d be there for each other.

Always