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“He’s staring at you again,” Kaiser spoke against the crook of his shoulder, tugging the neckline of Isagi's uniform aside. He had been told off from leaving marks, but Isagi had been so agreeable the last few days he was willing to push his luck.
Isagi hummed. He tapped away at the tablet at hand, pulling up his physical stats again. “What was that?” he asked.
“I said, that shitty baby chick is watching you.”
A wrinkle formed in his brow, and for a second, Kaiser thought he finally got through to him.
“My dribbling hasn’t improved at all,” Isagi muttered to himself, though Kaiser was close enough he could hear every word. “That’s annoying.”
Kaiser frowned. Of course that brat wasn’t taking him seriously.
It was still a bit early into their scheduled break. Most of the team was still lounging around in their dorms or walking around half-awake, so the smaller boy hadn’t put up much of a fight against PDA. Normally, Kaiser was eager to take advantage of that, swallowing up half-hearted protests with a sly slip of the tongue and dragging his hands dangerously low, but there was no way he was giving that owlish creep a free show.
Though that did give him an idea.
He stroked the sensitive skin of Isagi's shoulder, making the other squirm, and bit down, hard.
“Ow!” Isagi flinched and flew back. The tablet tumbled out of his hands and dropped noisily to the floor. He covered the conspicuous bite mark on his shoulder and stared, incredulous. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
Kaiser pulled back, half-satisfied. “When I’m talking to you, Yoichi, you need to pay attention.”
“Fucking asshole!” He swung at the blond. “How am I supposed to hide this?”
Kaiser let him get a few light hits in. Despite his hot temper, Isagi wasn't dumb enough to injure him seriously. “Don’t be shy,” Kaiser purred, grasping his wrists easily. He entwined their fingers and pulled a hand to his lips with little effort, pressing a gentle kiss to Isagi's knuckles. “There’s no need to hide it.”
Isagi’s ears turned bright red. “Shut up. You’re not the one who looks like they fell on their grandpa’s dentures.”
Kaiser snorted. “You’re as creative as ever. Sometimes I wonder where all your insults come from.”
“I could say the same about you. Ever considered taking a break from Shakespearean theatre?”
“Oh? I thought you liked it.”
"When have I ever given that impression?" Isagi snapped. Kaiser reached out to ruffle his hair, but his hand was slapped away. "You get on my last nerve every time you open your mouth. Every time you call me a clown, all I want is to end you."
"I think it's romantic."
“I'm sure you do,” his boyfriend muttered, upset. "Are your little biting episodes supposed to be romantic too?"
“You and your Blue Lock friends are way too clingy,” Kaiser said in lieu of an excuse. This time, he made to adjust Isagi's collar and met no resistance. “I wouldn’t have to use such underhanded methods if they knew when to back off. I mean, their obsession with you is almost unhealthy.”
“Like you’re one to talk,” Isagi said, rolling his eyes.
“Don’t lump me in with the rest of them.” He leaned in. “Six o’clock, Yoichi. We’ve got company.”
For a second, Isagi stared dumbly at his face. Then, he obediently turned around.
There was no subtlety needed. Kaiser wanted to take in both of their raw reactions.
Like magnets, Isagi and the baby chick locked eyes from across the dining hall. Nagi-Kaiser's memory helpfully supplied-had yet to touch his meal, chopsticks hovering over the tray since he had been too caught up in watching them to even take a bite.
A wicked grin stretched Kaiser’s lips.
“He’s been eye-fucking you for days, that little shit.” Kaiser let his hands drag a little lower. “We should teach him a lesson.”
Isagi waved hi, but Nagi only blinked, taking a slow bite of the steak. He didn't even chew properly.
“Fucking pervert,” Isagi said once he turned back around. “Nagi’s harmless. Stop it.”
“He’s obsessed with you.”
“With beating me,” Isagi corrected him. “It’s a rivalry thing.”
“Is that supposed to make me feel better? We have a rivalry thing.”
Kaiser hoped Isagi didn't get a big head over his little slip-up. Personal feelings aside, they were still competing. He refused to acknowledge the boy as a proper striker until he proved himself on the field, but Kaiser knew what Isagi was capable of. What he could be capable of, with only a little time.
“It’s different,” the dark haired boy argued. "That's just how Blue Lock works."
Kaiser’s lips thinned at the implications. “That’s not good enough.”
“Oh, my bad. Is the emperor not satisfied with my reasoning?” Isagi mocked. He waved his chopsticks in Kaiser's face. “Nagi doesn’t like to lose. He’ll get over it. So drop it, Kaiser.”
“You don’t think it’s weird that sleepy fuck won’t leave you alone?”
“Drop it.”
Sensing he had gone too far, Kaiser backed off. Isagi didn’t get it. He didn’t see how the others looked at him.
In any other setting, Kaiser would rejoice. Isagi was so focused on climbing his way to the top that he shooed his companions from Blue Lock away like flies. He hardly acknowledged them on the field, too focused on keeping Kaiser within his sights and factoring him into the next play. But off the field, it was hard to tell whether he was playing dumb or born oblivious.