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Isagi has a little secret that he wouldn’t admit, even if a gun is pointed to his head.

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Isagi collects Kaiser MPREG fanarts.

It started when he was scrolling through his well curated twitter timeline of soccer, just after winning another match with Kaiser beating him by one goal. Brimming with frustration, he aggressively reads other people’s opinion on the match before something catches his attention. A glimpse of blonde hair on the corner of his screen. Isagi scrolled down, laying his eyes on the first ever Kaiser mpreg fanarts he’s ever seen in his entire life.

“What the fuck.”

Isagi’s fingers moved to save the picture without his brain’s consent.

“...”

Oh well, he shrugged- he’ll just delete that later. Scrolling even more, he found out that apparently Kaiser’s haters (not really haters) like to make fanarts of Kaiser being pregnant everytime Bastard Munchen defeats their favorite team. In which, that means that there’s a LOT of it. A lot of.. Kaiser mpreg fan art.

Before he knew it, he placed all of the Kaiser mpreg fanarts he downloaded into a folder inside his gallery, named ‘Pregnant Kaiser’. This is for future blackmail for sure, Isagi delighted in the idea of showing Kaiser this folder of his. In showing Kaiser his collection of well- Kaiser, pregnant.

“Heh, take this Kaiser. Heh, heheh.” Isagi muttered under his breath, giggling as he sought for more pregnant Kaiser art.

Unfortunately for Isagi, he should’ve known that this endeavour of his would blow up in his face. Hard.

And well,

That day is today.

Poor unsuspecting Isagi, unaware of his fate- left his phone unlocked inside of the locker room.

Gesner, grabbing his water bottle from the bench- accidentally nudged Isagi’s phone.

“Ah-”

Fortunately for Gesner (and unfortunately for them all), Kurona managed to grab Isagi’s phone with his honed midfielder instinct.

“Got it, got it.” Kurona held the phone in his hand, before freezing when he laid his eyes upon its content.

“What is it?” Hiori approached Kurona. He took a peek at Isagi’s phone before freezing himself.

Of course, the others also got curious and walked into their own doom as they all subject themselves to the horrors of a specific folder in Isagi’s gallery.

“What in the hell..”

Ness took the phone from Kurona’s unwilling hands. Scrolling through Isagi’s gallery in front of all their poor crying eyes while shaking his head slowly, veins popping out and eyes darkening. The sound of Isagi’s phone cracking little by little reverberated through the room.

Before Ness could completely decimate Isagi’s phone (unfortunately), Kaiser appeared. He toweled his wet hair with the towel slung along his shoulders, unknowing of the fate which awaits from him forward.

Everybody felt their blood go cold at the sight of Kaiser, their faces locked in silent agony and fear- turning blue.

Kaiser raised one of his perfectly shaped eyebrows at the sight of his teammates standing around with gaping mouths that could fit one of his Kaiser Impacts should he wish so.

In that silent locker room, Kaiser chose to ignore his teammates and grabbed his shirt to get dressed.

Putting his towel down, he shrugged on his spare shirt around his head- putting each of his arms through the cold of the locker room. He can still feel their stares, melting holes through his back. If he listens closer, he could hear Ness’ wailing. But the cries of a dog are higher in frequency than what a human’s hearing can register, so he wills for the cries to not exist.

Just as he was zipping up his tracksuit up to his neck, Isagi Yoichi- The Clown entered the locker room.

Isagi's smile instantly dropped down his face, replaced by a gaping mouth and wide- wide eyes. His skin parlour followed the shade of blue his teammates also adopted while staring at him as he stands on the entrance with his hand around the door knob.

With his eyes locked on his phone (that Ness is holding) his body began to lose its strength, trembling to raise his head- meeting Ness’ void-like stare; an evolution from his previous form of a raging barking thunderstorm.
Isagi couldn’t even gulp as any water from his body (and guts) dried up. He opened his mouth to explain himself but not even his voice wants to defend him.

But nothing made him fear for his life more than when Kaiser got fed up by the deathly tension to take a look for himself. Anything that involves Isagi Yoichi will surely interest the naked emperor.

After all, what is Kaiser if not curious?

But as they say, curiosity killed the cat and satisfaction brought it back.

Although in this case; curiosity killed the cat, tortured it, and left it dead in the river.

Kaiser took the dying phone from Ness’ hand before dropping it back to the ground. The phone took its last breath before it hits the ground in finality.

Kaiser took a breath, but no sound came out.
The twin swords of Bastard Munchen are truly alike as they both try to regain their voices, mouth moving like a fish gasping and flapping around, thirsty for its gills to be watered.

“What the shit..”

Oh, you poor cat.

Kaiser took a step back, eyes locked on Isagi’s approaching form.

“Kaiser.. I can explain,” No you can’t, they all thought in unison.

Kaiser’s face formed a sneer, he took another step back from the egoist in front of him. If expressions could kill, then Kaiser might as well have beaten him up and hung him to be tortured like a grilled pig inside a Chinese grill restaurant.

“Isagi.”

The creaks of their bones as their jaws drop open cut through the air like a pin-drop. They all stared at Isagi, shaking their heads. They wonder if they should mourn for such a perverted soul. Just like his nickname of being a demon king- maybe it was foreshadowing that Isagi belongs in hell with his baggage of sins flooding the gate.

He was once a good friend. Farewell, egoist.

“Listen, Kaiser..” Isagi sped up his movement after hearing the emperor calls him by his last name, something that has never happened in Isagi’s life. The life that will soon perish, judging by Ness’ expression.

“Shitty Yoichi..” Ness bared his teeth, also at loss for words. He took his place in front of the emperor- shielding him from the creep standing in his way and took a deep breath, and another with eyebrows pointing down and body squaring up.
“What the fuck..” Ness repeated himself.

Isagi felt himself waver before straightening his posture. “Kaiser, I can definitely explain. Please, please listen to me.” Isagi gave him his biggest most effective puppy eyes yet, but they all only saw a simpering fool; not unlike a delusional fan crying, shitting tears over their idol getting married and swearing to destroy their partner. In other words, he looks like a pathetic gooner.

Kaiser slowly scooted away from Isagi while the perverted clown is being watched by his loyal (and very needed in this situation, it turns out) guard dog. He opened his mouth once again but closed it, shaking his head and turning away to avoid having Isagi even in his peripheral vision.

“Kai-”

Hiori put his hand on Isagi’s shoulder, giving Isagi his most disappointed face ever yet- brows scrunched with a frown decorating his face, giving Isagi a slow shake of his head.

“Nah,” Hiori said, as Isagi watched Kaiser along with Ness- leave the locker room. “It’s game over, you’re cooked.” Isagi fell to his knees, sobbing. His teammates looked at each other and shrugged. Oh well, what you reap you sow. They (with the exception of his midfielders) left the room to try and forget about their freak of a striker’s jerk-off stash.

“Isagi- your phone is not dead, dead.”

Kurona handed Isagi his phone, which somehow survived the whole ordeal. It flashed straight onto the pregnant Kaiser folder. Isagi lets out an anguished cry as his phone defies death just to testify against Isagi, giving glaring evidence for his crimes . Even if it died, nobody will be able to erase it from their memories. Isagi in their mind, forever the perverted freak egoist. Not Shidou- no, not him no more. It’s Isagi Yoichi now, the demon king of pregnant Kaiser fanart as his throne of legacy. Boo hoo, how sad. How full of anguish.

Isagi threw his phone against the wall- only for it to bounce and hit his face in return. He cries harder.

“Oh cheer up,” Hiori pats Isagi’s back. “Well I mean, you fucked up- definitely. Nobody’s gonna argue with that.” He shrugged, “I guess it could be worse? Like, a stash of Kaiser mpreg fanarts that you commissioned-” Isagi cries, harder. “Oh, you did. Oh well, haha” Hiori stood up, sharing a look with Kurona. “Good luck, buddy. Even I can’t assist you here.” Hiori waved his hands to Kurona, in which he nodded. “K.O.” Kurona murmured sadly, “K.O.” and with that Isagi’s midfielders left him alone to wallow in misery over his own wrongdoings. Congratulations egoist, you did it! Number one in the world.

This is the point, in which Isagi’s journey for redemption began.

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Well, that’s easy to say.

Isagi tried to think of ways to apologise to Kaiser. He approached Kaiser the next day to apologize once again but was avoided by the said man, with his guard dog giving Isagi the nastiest side eye known to mankind and the animal kingdom alike. He tried consulting his friends but they all just gave him the same look of disappointment.

“Give it up, Isagi.” Yukimiya told him the day after.

Hiori, the ultimate sadist and traitor- agreed with Yukimiya. “Look, egoist..” he sighed “Let it go, can’t you tell Kaiser that doesn’t even approach you anymore these days? I mean, if I were in his position I wouldn’t either- don’t get me wrong.” Wow, very helpful Hiori. Isagi could clap his hands in joy and hopefully fall into a manhole in the process because of how moving Hiori’s words are to him.

“Maybe,” Oh Kurona, the ever reliable planet. “You could try to give Kaiser a gift to show sincerity, sincerity.” Look Hiori, why can’t you be like Kurona? Isagi could shed tears right now. Hiori gave him a slow eyebrow raise- as if hearing Isagi’s inner monologue. “Yeah. Yeah you’re right, Kurona.” He pats Kurona on both shoulders, standing up as if the whole world is weighing on his back.

“Thank you, planet.” Isagi said, with none of his facial muscle moving except his mouth- spitting out the syllables. Isagi turned his back towards his teammates, walking like a soldier towards his demise- to his own room, preparing to think of what he should give the emperor.

He rubbed his hands, what’s the better way towards someone’s heart than through their stomach? Although Isagi may think that the emperor’s heart is as cold as a frozen pane glass on the deadliest of winter, even ice would melt under the warmth of food- right?

Well.. if the food is eaten that is.

“What is this, is it poisoned?”

As Isagi tried giving Kaiser his homemade bento box that he spent 41 hours on (20 hours thinking, 5 hours consulting his mother, 3 hours in the grocery store, 3 hours of actual cooking, and 10 hours of scrubbing his kitchen clean from all of the bentos that exploded), Ness got in front of him. Tch, this damn dog never knows when to stop. Not that Isagi could blame him, he did after all- showed damning evidence of his ill-will towards Ness’ owner. (Yeah if he told Kaiser that his mpreg Kaiser stash was made out of malice and hatred, he surely would understand.)

Kaiser looked at Isagi with the same look of disgust, but Isagi can see intrigue mixed into his eyes this time. Kaiser reached out to take a hold of the bento before Ness grabbed his hand. “Kaiser, don’t touch it! What if he didn’t wash his hands after he.. you know, jerk it off to your pictures-” What in the fuck.

“What the-” Kaiser turned away. “HEY! Hey! I don’t-” He gestures to his bento. “I don’t ‘Jerk it off’-” He created quotation marks with his fingers. “K-Kaiser! Hey, stop walking away!” Isagi waved his arms. “D-DON’T RUN???” As Kaiser’s figure rounded the corner, Isagi fell to his knees once again. On the edge of his vision, he saw Hiori walking to him.

“I. I don’t jerk it off..” Isagi sniffed. If this was still Blue Lock, he’d hear Ego spitting insults at him. Thankfully his sins aren’t broadcasted into live TV this time.. Small fortunes. “Hey Hiori, I don’t.. Jerk it off-” He grabbed the hem of Hiori’s pants, rubbing his snot all over.

“What in the world..” Hiori took a step back, trying to release his shorts from being held hostage by the demon king wailing at his feet. “Y-you believe me right?” Isagi scooched closer to Hiori’s retreating form. “Y-yeah sure buddy, whatever you say.” Please let go of me, is what he actually wanted to say.

Isagi sniffed again, “Huuuu,” the giant wiggling worm at his feet cried out. “I don’t.” More snot accumulated on Hiori’s pants. “I don’t- jerk it off..” Ah.. should Hiori throw these pants in the incinerator? “Haha I sure hope you washed your hands if you do, wouldn’t want to get it on my shorts- haha.” Apparently that was the wrong thing to say- how was Hiori supposed to know?

Hiori grimaced and physically wrestled Isagi off. “Ok, ok I get it.” He huffed a sigh. “Get up now, egoist. Are you going to grovel on the floor forever? What if other people see you?” Not that it’ll lower your reputation when it’s already at the rock bottom right now. Isagi moved closer to wipe his snot on Hiori’s shorts once again before finally standing up, patting himself for any dust on the floor.

“Thanks, Hiori.” Isagi gives him a smile that Hiori finds himself returning. “Right back at you, egoist.” They walked to the cafeteria side by side.

“By the way, you’re buying me new pants.”

Isagi did, in the end buys Hiori new pants.

Moving on to Isagi’s second attempt.

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On a rare day off, Isagi asked his best friend for advice. Bachira’s face greeted him on his laptop screen with his usual smile. Isagi can see the trinkets Bachira bought, decorating his new home in Spain.

“Yo Isagi, what is it?” Bachira opened a can of soda, leaning against the table to stare at Isagi from another country. “Uhm well, you see..” in which Isagi started to explain the calamity that happened to him this week, full of pain and misery that originated from his own hands.

“Wait, wait Isagi!” Bachira gulped his third can of soda. Isagi stopped as his friend requested and asked, “Yeah? Do you have any idea?” Little did he know, what Bachira will say next would feel like he’s been hit by a Kaiser Impact at point blank to the next universe where Isagi did not discover the Kaiser mpreg nation and stayed innocent as he is.

“Do you like Kaiser mpreg because.. he’s round?” Bachira gestured, making a circle. “You know, like- a soccer ball? And you like soccer, so..”

“..”

One of Isagi’s chopsticks fell from his hands.

“Dude,”

And the other.

“What the fuck.”

On the floors, may the chopsticks be friends with the germs and all weep for the unfortunate fate of our dear half of an ace striker. May he be in our prayers.

“Ooh!” Bachira snapped his finger. “I have an idea!” Isagi instantly forgets about his misgivings and leaned closer to his laptop with his arms on the table, prepping him up. “You do??!” Isagi couldn’t keep the excitement out of his voice, eager to hear something that would help him out of this situation.”Well, Kaiser is pretty fancy right?” Bachira waved his fingers. “So why don’t you give him perfume? The fancy guys here like to wear them.”

“Maybe you’re right,” Isagi nodded, bringing his hand to his chin in thought. “It is better than nothing..” He sighed, propping himself against his fist- looking at his best friend once again on the screen. “But.. what perfume?” Isagi picked up his fallen chopsticks and wiped them off with a tissue lying nearby.

“Blue rose emperor..” Bachira struck a comical thinking pose, with his head facing up with a hand on his chin and his other on his hips. “Blue rose perfume!” Bachira pointed to Isagi.

“Uhm,” Isagi scratched his head. “Does that really exist?” Bachira shrugged. “That means you just gotta custom it, Isagi.” Isagi’s head snapped up at his friend’s words. Finally, the map has been uncovered!

“Bachira.. You genius!” Isagi stood up, walking in circles. “If I give him an only one in the world exclusive perfume, it should be sincere enough for him to ignore my collection of his pregnant belly!” Isagi, focused with his new found answer- turned around and left the room.

“..”

“Um Isagi? Hello?” Bachira waved to the now empty room before scratching his head. “Oh he left,” he shrugged. “Good luck Isagi!” He waved his hand before closing the call.

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Days later, Isagi got his hands on the perfume. It was in a gorgeous packaging, decorated with fancy blue roses and crown engravings. Not to mention the bottle itself. Pristine glass shaped like a crown, the lid in the form of a rose- and all stained in a deep blue. Slightly deeper than the blues of Kaiser’s eyes but lighter than indigo, wrapped in ribbons of thorns around it. It’s perfect, Kaiser should forgive him for his sins now! Isagi put the perfume back into its beautiful packaging and walked to the cafeteria, where Kaiser should be in a few minutes.

“Oh Isagi!”

Grim stopped Isagi in his tracks. “Isagi.. I must go somewhere else,” Grim handed him a bottle of.. condensed milk? “Huh?” But Grim waved him away. “Ohh how sad..such struggles I am dealing within my heart, despite that I shall leave this in your capable hands.” And.. there he went.

“What the hell..”

No matter how many times he dealt with that particular teammate of his, he still managed to bamboozle Isagi- which is a feat in itself as he’s desensitised to such eccentricities as a result from participating in blue lock. Isagi shook his head, continuing his way to the cafeteria.

His friends were already sitting in their usual formation in the cafeteria. Isagi approached them with his hands full of perfume and condensed milk- he must be quite an odd sight right now, he sighed.

Hiori caught his eyes before looking at the perfume box and raising his eyebrows. “Is that an apology gift for Kaiser?” The atmosphere around them turned awkward, with Yukimiya and Kurona both sharing a glance at each other before looking back at Isagi. Raichi kept shoveling food in his mouth and Kiyora gave Isagi a quick look before continuing his food.

“Yeah, haha-” forgetting the condensed milk in his hand, Isagi scratched his head.

“Ah, shit-” It spilled slightly as he sat down. “Isagi, Isagi here.” Kurona handed him some tissues for him to use. “Thanks, Kurona.” Isagi gave Kurona a smile before wiping down the spillage.

“So.. another gift for Kaiser huh?” Yukimiya poked around his food with his fork, eyes locked on Isagi. “Yeah, I didn’t want things to stay that way.. you know?” Isagi’s brows wrinkled as he tried to be positive.

“With the way things are, I don’t think anything will change.” Hiori shrugged. “Everyone already thinks you’re a pervert, egoist.”Hiori laughed at Isagi’s demise. “Wha- hey!” At the confirmation of his fears, Isagi dropped a tomato from his plate. “Ughh, that’s not true! I’m- I’m not a pervert!” Isagi cried out, taking another tissue from Kurona (bless him) hurriedly, agitated by Hiori’s words.

Just as Isagi wanted to defend himself again, a flash of blonde infiltrated his vision.

“Oh, K-Kaiser!” Isagi couldn't stand up with the mess around him. He tried to plead for Kaiser to come closer. “Uhm, Kaiser here.. I got this for you.”

He took the perfume from the table and put it out for Kaiser to take. Perhaps enchanted by the packaging- or the fact that Isagi himself is giving Kaiser something (nevermind the bento a few days ago), made Kaiser put his steps to Isagi’s direction.

Kaiser reached out to take the perfume before his eyes wandered. “..” Isagi tried to keep his smile as Kaiser scrutinised him, face blank. It didn’t take long for Kaiser to plaster a smile onto his face- speaking to Isagi once more with ness finally appearing behind him, striding to his master.

“My, my Yoichi.. Is it just me or are you excited to see me?”

Isagi’s brow furrowed, what does he mean-

“What the fuck.”

Ness, finally at Kaiser’s side- pushed himself to be in front of Kaiser like a knight in shining armor. Isagi has never felt such a chilling gaze as Ness glared down at him.. Wait- He’s not looking at Isagi’s face as he usually would.

“K-Kaiser, don’t take it! What if h-he mixed his it with his jizz-”

What in the absolute shit.

Isagi’s mouth moved but no sound came out- his face in absolute pain and confusion. He finally follows Ness’ gaze to his hand, sticky with white substance. Isagi’s jaw dropped again. His eyes glazed over the pile of tissues in front of him before carefully lowering down to his crotch. His bulging crotch, covered by a tissue.

“What the hell..” Isagi finally muttered out. What even is happening? Isagi feels his brain short circuiting, but then he feels a tug at the box in his hand that’s still holding the perfume out for Kaiser to take. “..Well in any case, I’ll take your gift despite its.. suspicious (disgusting) nature and origin.” Kaiser walked away before Isagi could react, with Ness chasing after his back. Ness is probably confused as to why Kasier would take the.. the jizzed gift.

Isagi unveils the tissue that houses the bulge on top of his pants, revealing the tomato he dropped earlier. His hand is still sticky. And with that he slid down the floor and wailed.

“Uhm Isagi, you might want to wipe the jizz off before doing that-”

Isagi wailed harder, his face sticky with the said jizz from his sticky hand, spreading everywhere.

“Oh Isagi.. I humbly thank you for holding to my prized can of condensed milk”

Isagi’s wailings echoed through the hallways.

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Days of wailing should end now, Isagi decided- looking at the date.

It’s a few days before Christmas and Isagi doesn’t want his Christmas to be filled with thoughts of Kaiser (everyone) thinking of him as The Masterjizz Freak (thanks, Hiori). So with that thought Isagi finally pinpointed the source of his trouble (Kaiser thinking he’s a pervert hailing from Japan: the land of Hentai) and the roadblock (cockblock) to solving that problem.

Alexis Ness.

And so, he cornered Ness and..

“Dress as a clown and come to Kaiser’s house on Christmas.”

Damn, this was a bad idea. Isagi sighed, rubbing his forehead. “What, you can’t do that much for Kaiser?” Ness’ words cut through Isagi like a hot knife you see on a 5 minute craft tutorial back then and Isagi’s spirit is melting like a bottle cap along with his spine as he shrivels and dies.

“Be grateful I let your disgusting self-jiggling ball jerker hands around Kaiser, who knows how many times you’ve spurt your dick snot all over Kaiser’s pictures.” Woah woah, hey that’s going too far. “That you commissioned, by the way.” Ok. Nevermind, continue. “Which is why- if you want to redeem yourself (no matter how small or insignificant it is), you listen to what I say like a good Jester. Or should I say, Jizzter.” What, Isagi's brain stopped again. Ness raised an eyebrow at Isagi’s expression and Isagi nodded.

“Okay. Do you have any clown costume in mind?”

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On Christmas night, Isagi stands in front of Kaiser’s doors. He’s all dressed up in a clown costume, handpicked by Ness. His face itches from the face paint adorning his skin, and from his neck- hangs a sign.

Isagi rang the bell.

“What the fuck.” Kaiser’s voice came behind the door.

The door slowly opened to reveal Kaiser in a fluffy bathrobe.. and Isagi in a clown costume. “..You didn’t have to dress up in a clown costume, you’re already one.” Kaiser blurted out as Isagi stepped in through the gap, not waiting for permission. He then kneeled and held the sign around his neck high, keeping himself in a half dogeza position.

The sign reads, “This clown begs Kaiser for forgiveness.” Signed, The Masterjizzter.

“What in the absolute shit..” Isagi hears Kaiser kneeling beside him before putting his arms on Isagi’s shoulders, forcing him to sit straight. “What's with that ugly face paint..” Kaiser grimaced, looking at Isagi’s lopsided clown smile. “And get off that wig, seriously. What the hell.” Kaiser snatched Isagi’s wig and threw it on the floor.

“Look, the reason why you’re dressed as a sad- pathetic circus version of Ronald McDonald is because of Ness- right?”

Isagi finally looked up to Kaiser and nodded. Kaiser sighed, rubbing his own face before standing up and grabbing Isagi along with him. He sighed again. “Okay, so this whole situation- just forget about it-” But Isagi’s phone rang, interrupting Kaiser’s speech. It’s Ness. Isagi puts him on speaker.

“Happy birthday, Kaiser!”

Sounds of Christmas carol accompanies Ness in the background. “I know you don’t like your birthday to be celebrated, or to receive gifts but I hope you can accept this one.” Isagi can hear Ness smiling over the phone. “If this clown that stole your heart can make you happy, then I as your friend will be happy too.”

“Once again, happy birthday! Enjoy your holiday, Kaiser!”

Beep-beep. The call ended. “Hey, so uh-” Isagi started after the silence, but the look on Kaiser’s face stopped him.

Ah.. he truly is beautiful.

“So.. you like me, Kaiser?” Isagi took Kaiser’s hands in his gloved ones. Kaiser finally got out from his stunned position and huffed. “Don’t be ridiculous, you blindly trust what Ness says.” Kaiser looks away, “You say that, but..” Isagi looks down. “You’re not pulling out your hands.” Kaiser’s eyes flew open as he tried to get his hands away from Isagi.

“D-don’t worry Kaiser! I didn’t jerk off, I swear!” Isagi held Kaiser’s hands tighter, feeling as if he’s being flung around by the other man. “I mean, if I did- I’m wearing gloves now! It’s ok!”

In the end they sat down on Kaiser’s couch.

Isagi started at the beginning.

“So in truth, I was scrolling through twitter before finding.. a drawing of you pregnant.” Isagi twiddled his thumbs. “And before I could process it, I already saved it. Thinking I was going to make fun (blackmail) you with my findings, I searched for more and more until I got addicted.” Isagi stretched, trying to distract himself from how silly he sounds.

“So yeah from there it escalated into my.. current collection.” Since Isagi's phone survived the whole ordeal, Isagi still has his collection on stand. Well, Isagi uploaded everything in a drive so it won't be gone nonetheless.

Isagi feels Kaiser's judging eyes on him, pushing him to continue talking. “I know it was irrational, so when I asked Bachira a week back to try for your forgiveness- he gave me a theory.” Isagi laughed, looking at Kaiser in the eyes.

“He said that I must like seeing people draw you pregnant because your belly is as round as a soccer ball, and I like soccer-” Kaiser laughed this time, pushing the weight of his head against his own hands.

“And what, you like me too? Is this a new way of saying I love you, Yoichi?” Kaiser sneered at Isagi, but Isagi gently took Kaiser's hands into his once again.

“Yes. I love you, Michael Kaiser.” He put his forehead against Kaiser's startled one, gazing deeply into his eyes. “Be mine, Kaiser- and I will be yours.” Isagi smiled.

“Happy birthday, Michael. I'm glad you were born on the same earth as Yoichi Isagi.”

On that day, wearing a clown costume and face painted like a jester- Isagi kissed Kaiser.

And Kaiser kissed him back despite it all.

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After their holiday break, Bastard Munchen members are back to train.

“I kind of wish it lasted longer.” Hiori sighed. “Agree, agree. It's pretty shocking to go back on the field after doing nothing.” They reached the training field, but it was not empty.

“Kaiser, move it a bit to the left.”

“What in the absolute fuck.” Ness, who was standing in front of them- dropped his bottle. Nobody went to catch it though, because all of their focus were stolen by the same thing.

“I knew it Kaiser, this is perfect! Bachira was right, I liked seeing you pregnant because your belly was round like a soccer ball- and I like you too! So that's two things I like!” Isagi flapped his arms. In front of him is Kaiser in all of his glory. Only this time, with a soccer ball inside his shirt- over his belly.

Kaiser's face reddened at Isagi's words and he looked away.

“What in the absolute fuck.” Ness repeated himself as Kaiser strokes his soccer-made belly bulge.

Huh, they were made for each other after all.

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