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•Es completamente egoísta, sólo se preocupa por sí mismo.
•Piensa solamente en su propio beneficio.
•No trata bien a ninguna persona, no tiene buen tacto para las relaciones.
•Su lealtad es dudosa.
•Al menos eso es lo que piensa la mayoría de las personas al conocerlo.
•No saben que su actitud cambia totalmente en el momento en que está con su pareja.
•En realidad, trata a su pareja de la mejor manera.
•Claro, mantiene parte de ese egoísmo, pero de diferente manera, más posesiva.
•No consideran que nadie, aparte de sí mismo, sea digno de tu atención.
•No tiene problema alguno en elogiar a su pareja, su pareja ni siquiera tiene que pedirlos, él mismo lo hace porque te considera digno de alabanza.
•Contigo se muestra sin reservas, sabe que puede mostrarse tal como es sin dar explicaciones.
•Te hará prometer que nunca le contarás a nadie el cómo es contigo, no quiere que los demás se enteren de su vulnerabilidad.
•Esa personalidad suave sólo está reservada para ti.
• Michael Kaiser, Gyokko, Neito Monoma, Bakugo Katsuki, Byakuya Togami...
•No existe la discreción con él. Si le gustas te lo hará saber.
•Alardear de sus magníficas cualidades (mayormente físicas) es su carta estrella para conquistarte.
•Es una fachada, en realidad no tiene ninguna experiencia en el ámbito romántico.
•Entonces, no te dejes engañar por esa personalidad orgullosa y atrevida, en el momento en que respondas a sus insinuaciones encontrarás a un joven tímido y avergonzado.
•Mucho coqueteo y poca acción por parte suya.
•Descarado, le gusta presumir de su relación a todo aquel que esté dispuesto a escuchar (incluso con los que no están dispuestos).
•Es todo o nada, mucho afecto, muchos regalos, muchas citas y lo más importante, él mismo.
•Muy dramático, sería un gran actor.
•Un poco celoso, ten en cuenta que si no se lo reprochas sólo reforzarás la conducta.
•Gran probabilidad de que desarrolle dependencia emocional, pero con algo de consuelo se soluciona.
•Es la mejor oportunidad de tu vida, no la desperdiciarás sólo por algunos aspectos negativos, ¿verdad?
•Reo Mikage, Michael Kaiser, Draco Malfoy, Jean Kirstein, Leon Kuwata...
This is my favorite series right now yall! IM ABOUT TO PUT YALL ON!! Obviously start at chapter one lmaooo
𓆩 WHEN THE DEVIL CAN’T REACH YOU 𓆪
𓆩❦𓆪 ch. six | IN TOO DEEP
𓆩❦𓆪 ft. College/uni au ➜ Michael Kaiser x Female! Reader
𓆩❦𓆪 summary. As a foreign exchange student in Japan, you’re ready to embrace the uni experience and start a new chapter in your life—and maybe even love. When swiping right on Michael Kaiser, you assume that his profile is fake so you’re quick to block and unmatch him. But when you cross paths on campus, he opens up a world filled with obsession and possession. You find yourself drawn to him, unable to resist the pull he has on your heart yet the question of “Is this real love?”, plays on your mind throughout—So what happens when the devil can’t let go instead?
𓆩❦𓆪 tags in this ch. 18+ (MDNI) heavy smut (at end of ch.), dubcon, mean/rough dom Kaiser, cunnilingus, clit slapping, dirty talking, masturbation, backshots, unprotected sex, creampie, alcohol consumption, clubbing, foul language, tension between characters, emotional manipulation, heavy emotions between Shidou and the reader (slight closure?), possessive n needy Kaiser as always, use of bllk SMAU
𓆩❦𓆪 word count. 6.5k
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𓆩 When The Devil Can’t Reach You… He Sends Someone Worships and Ruins You 𓆪
Three weeks.
That’s how long it had been since the fight between Kaiser and Shidou. Since the kiss. Since everything.
It's expected that people will talk on campus. Of course, they do. They went from talking about why Kaiser and Shidou were beefing to “Since when does Kaiser have a girl?”
In those three weeks, something shifted between you and Kaiser.
Need and want.
The words that left Kaiser’s lips were becoming a reality.
Because you both become inseparable.
It started with him waiting outside your dorm to walk you to your morning classes.
“You’re late,” he had teased you that morning when he showed up outside your dorm with a cup of iced latte, one hand stuffed in his jacket pocket.
“And you’re early,” you retorted, grabbing hold of the latte that he stretched out towards you. His lips curled into a grin, the smugness always stitched into his expression. “Well, of course, I had to get your daily dose of matcha iced latte to get you through the day.”
You bumped your shoulder against him with a huff, pressing your lips against the lid. “Thank you, you didn’t have–”
“I didn't have to, sure, but I wanted to.”
He even waited for you after classes, slouched against the wall with one AirPod in and his eyes closed, only to crack them open the second you stepped outside.
“Missed me?” he’d say without fail.
“You saw me two hours ago, idiot.”
“So? That’s two hours too long, liebling.”
And that, right there, is where your heart would melt. You tried to pretend you weren’t affected, but it was hard when he looked at you like you were important in his life.
Other times, you walk him to his practices and wait for him, sit on the grass with a book, or text Bachira and Chigiri while sneaking glances at him through the fence.
"You’re staring," he calls out once during a water break, sweat glinting off his brow as he leans against the railing, bottle in hand.
"I am not."
"You are," he smirks. "I ain’t complaining though."
There are nights when you hang out in his dorm. Or he’s in yours. Sprawled out on the bed, music low, talking about topics from psychological perspectives to what your likes and dislikes are. And when it’s quiet and just the two of you.
He’s kissed you more times than you can count now.
Soft kisses when you walk into the room. Lazy kisses when you’re half-asleep and curled up against him. Needy kisses that made you a moaning mess, feeling the way his fingers would fiddle with the waistband of your panties. But you’d quickly pull back with a sheepish smile and whisper.
“Not yet.”
Despite letting this man finger you so good last time, you wanted to take things slow and he was understanding of that.
At some point, he started telling you to call him Mihya. Not Kaiser. Mihya. A softness no one else gets to see.
"Just you," he told you one night, his voice barely above a whisper as he brushed his lips along the curve of your jaw. "Only you can call me that."
Nothing has been made official. No labels of that sort are being discussed yet. Just the both of you orbiting around each other and you didn’t mind that.
You still see Shidou now and then but you would turn a blind eye, acting as if he didn’t exist when you would walk past him or happen to see him at practice whilst you wait for Kaiser.
From the corner of your eye, you knew that he was constantly staring at you but you couldn’t care less.
Kaiser was your main focus now.
And now it’s Friday. The sun dips low in the sky as Kaiser is walking by your side again. Arm draped over your shoulders as his hand played lazily with the edge of your sleeve.
"You’ve got one class left, right?" he asks, glancing down at you, the sunlight catching in his golden hair.
"Yeah," you nod, and he grins.
“Good, let’s go out tonight.”
You glance up at him, seeing the glint in his eye. But before you can answer, you remember something.
“Actually… Yukimiya told me about an event his modelling agency is hosting at the club tonight. Kind of like an after-party for this new campaign they’re doing. It's an open invite, so I thought… we could go?”
Kaiser doesn’t say anything right away. His jaw ticks subtly, and his grip around your shoulders shifts slightly.
“I’m down,” he says eventually, his voice quiet.
You tilted your head, catching the shift in his energy. “Mihya.” Your fingers slide up to hook behind his neck, coaxing him to look at you.
His lips twitch. “It just sounds like he only invited you.”
You blink, now raising a brow. “No, it’s an open invite. Bachira and Chigiri are going to be there. Karasu and Otoya. Word has been going around about it so everyone will be there.”
Kaiser doesn’t respond at first. He just studies you for a second too long. But then, his lips curl upward into that cocky smirk you’ve come to both love and be wary of.
"Get in class," he says, leaning close until his breath ghosts over your lips. "I’ll pick you up after."
You nod slowly, backing toward the door, eyes locked on his before turning your head towards the lecture hall. You can feel the weight of his gaze on your back the whole way.
And even from the doorway, you heard him call after you.
“Wear something short.”
—𓆩❦𓆪
Your projector casts diagrams on cognitive dissonance and social biases across the whiteboard. Your pen moved across the page, scribbling down terms you’d probably forget the second the test came around.
You're half-focused, mind slightly drifting, when your phone buzzes quietly beside your notebook. You glance down and see a notification banner pop up.
@Yukimiya mentioned you in the “NOT LOCKED OFF ❌🔒” group chat.
You swipe open the message, and the blue iMessage bubble pops up:
You roll your eyes, chuckling under your breath as you finally lock your phone and slide it into your lap.
Despite the jokes, you couldn’t help but feel slightly irritated.
Why does everyone act like he’s this shitty person?
Yes, Kaiser had his ego. He had his smug smirks and sharp comebacks. But he’d also been soft with you and attentive. He didn’t snap at you like the last time. And the way he looked at you, touched you, wanted you, it wasn’t the kind of thing someone could fake for this long. Not without slipping up.
He didn't seem arrogant to you. He seemed like someone who gave a damn.
You exhaled slowly, pushing your phone to the corner of your desk and picking your pen back up.
Everyone else’s opinions didn’t matter.
For now, all you could think about was tonight, having a nice time and having him by your side.
—𓆩❦𓆪
The soft hum of SZA’s voice plays from your speaker as you do the final touches of your makeup in front of your mirror. Your lashes curl just right, your eyeliner is sharp and your lips are glossed.
You glance at yourself in the mirror, doing a once-over.
Your dress tightly hugs your frame, a black satin bodycon dress that falls mid-thigh. The thin straps cross at your shoulders and the dip at the neckline frames your collarbones perfectly with your gold necklace.
And to top it all off, you decided to wear some black stilettos that you had kept away, telling yourself that when you moved to Japan you would save them for a special occasion.
You reach for your drink that sits at your desk. A tall glass of vodka mixed with Sprite, taking a long, steady sip. It burns just slightly, but the sweetness of the Sprite masks most of it. The alcohol takes the edge off the nerves you didn’t realize you were holding in your chest.
You check the time on your phone and the moment it switches to 9:00 PM, there's a knock at the door.
Your gaze flicks to it, a small smile curling at your lips. You already know who it is. The same man who had picked you up after your last class walked you back to your dorm and promised to come pick you up right on time.
You take one last sip, placing the glass down and smoothing your dress once more before walking over. The moment you pull the door open, you swear that you melted in that moment.
Kaiser stands there with that same cocky grin, dressed in an all-black button-up, the top few buttons undone just enough to tease a glimpse of the chain resting against his collarbone. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, revealing his tattoo curling around his forearm. Fitted black trousers, dark boots, and silver rings glistening on his fingers.
He’s smirking. “Didn't anyone tell you that it’s rude to stare?”
The blush is crawling up your cheeks and you hate that he’s making you this flustered.
God, did he look so fine as fuck.
He steps forward, using his foot to gently kick the door shut behind him as you take a step back. But he doesn’t let you go far, his arms snake around your waist, yanking you against him in one smooth pull.
“God,” he murmurs, voice low. “You look so good right now.” His lips press to yours, slow and soft. You hum against him, your hands lightly gripping his shirt as his palms travel downward until it settles on your ass and grips so tightly.
“Mihya,” you mumble against his lips. “Behave.”
He chuckles, his mouth still near yours. “You taste like vodka.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
He pulls back just enough to flash that damn smile before glancing over your shoulder, spotting the vodka bottle and Sprite on your desk.
“Already started drinking, huh? We’re not even at this damn event yet.”
You fold your arms across your chest as he strolls over to your desk, grabbing the vodka bottle and pouring himself a glass. You’re expecting him to pull himself a shot but no, he’s gone in pouring himself a glass like it’s water.
And he doesn't even bother reaching for the Sprite.
“Wait–” your eyes widen, “you’re not gonna mix it?”
Kaiser glances at you from over his glass, eyes narrowing just slightly. He tilts the glass back and downs the vodka in one go, no chaser, no wince.
You just stare in disbelief.
He sets the glass down and licks his lips, his gaze never leaving yours.
“What?” he says, cocky now. “Worried you can’t keep up?”
You shake your head, jaw-dropping just a little. “You’re insane.”
He shrugs. “Nah. I’m German.”
You narrow your eyes, but you’re laughing under your breath. “Just don’t get too drunk, alright?”
He raises a brow. “Shouldn’t I be saying the same thing to you? You couldn’t hold your liquor last time. Ran straight to the toilet like you needed to shit at that damn party.”
Your face is burning more than ever, now averting your gaze. “I did not! I was just… y’know, drunk?”
He’s already laughing, walking over and hands grabbing your waist again as he pulls you in.
“Oh shut up.”
“Still adorable, though,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your cheek.
He grabs your handbag off the desk and hands it to you, throwing it over your shoulder as you both head out the door. As you lock up behind you, he pulls his phone out, calling the ride.
He glances down at you with a grin. “You ready?”
“Ready when you are, Miyha.”
—𓆩❦𓆪
The taxi slows to a stop just outside the club, and the second you step out, it feels like everything hits you at once. Swimming Pools by Kendrick Lamar is blasting from inside the club, lights are flashing in a rhythm that makes your heart beat just a little faster.
The line outside is long, a mixture of people in designer fits, girls fixing their makeup and guys trying to charm their way to the front.
But Kaiser’s hand is already on the small of your back, guiding you past everyone like none of it matters.
“Is that–?”
“Wait, that’s Kaiser, right?”
“No way…”
The attention doesn’t faze him since he’s eating it up. But you on the other hand?
You’re shitting bricks.
His fingers lace with yours, warm and firm as he leans toward you just as you approach the entrance.
“You good?” he asks, low in your ear, lips brushing just enough to send a shiver down your spine.
You nod once, heart thumping louder than the bass inside the club.
The bouncer who’s built like The Rock, dressed in all black doesn’t even ask for your names. The second his eyes meet Kaiser’s, he just gives him a nod and steps aside.
“Wait, what?”
Kaiser just smirks at you. “It’s just the perks of being a German Prodigy, y’know how it is.”
“Damn show off.”
You roll your eyes but follow him in, slipping past the velvet rope. The music gets louder the moment you walk through the doors. The interior is sleek with warm-toned lights bouncing off glassware and gold fixtures. Yukimiya’s agency clearly went all out.
You scan the crowd for familiar faces and it's there where you see Yukimiya waving you down from the VIP section.
Chigiri is at his side, Bachira grinning wide, Karasu already drinking, and Otoya with a girl leaning on him. The section is roped off and elevated slightly above dance floor.
You can’t help but grin to see a girl actually by Otoya’s side where he looks like he’s trying to rizz her up.
So much for Karasu saying that no baddies would want Otoya tonight.
You tug Kaiser’s hand as you lead him over, feeling his body practically glued to your side. But the second you approach, his grip shifts slightly, loosening as if sensing something.
When you step into the VIP area, the greetings come quickly.
“Damn, you look hot,” Bachira grins, pulling you into a hug.
Karasu leans in, giving you a one-armed hug. “Gorgeous as always.”
“Looking good,” Yukimiya says with a smile, nodding in approval. “Glad you made it.”
Otoya leans up in his seat, raising his glass while the girl is leaning over his shoulder. “Definition of dress to impress right over here.”
“You really went all out, huh?” Chigiri adds, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear like an older brother would.
You laugh through it all, returning the compliments and appreciating their affection. But the moment Chigiri brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, Kaiser was quick to pull you away by your arm, your back hitting his chest.
“Das reicht.” He says sharp and snappy with a forced smile as you glance up at him.
From the time you’ve spent with Kaiser, he’s taught you a couple of phrases in German so when he said that, you sheepishly rubbed the back of your neck.
Just like Chigiri, the others were taken aback and there's a shift in energy after that moment.
You shoot the guys a look over your shoulder, the one that clearly says: Be nice, hi or at least pretend to be normal.
There’s silence. Then, begrudgingly, Yukimiya takes the lead.
“Kaiser,” he says, holding out a hand. “Thanks for coming.”
Kaiser daps him up, his tone smooth. “Wouldn’t miss it.”
Chigiri follows with a quick, reluctant fist bump. Bachira hesitates before offering his hand. Karasu barely looks at him when they clasp hands, and Otoya mutters something under his breath that you don’t catch.
Karasu doesn’t even try to hide his disinterest. “Wow. Thought you’d dress better.”
“Thought you’d be funnier,” Kaiser shoots back smoothly, flashing another fake smile.
Chigiri raises a brow. “Are you always like this or just when you’re in public?”
Kaiser tilts his head. “Depends. Are you always this boring or just when you meet someone better looking?”
You press your lips together, barely resisting the urge to groan.
“Okay,” you cut in with a bright, fake smile. “Next topic please.”
You look at Yukimiya, voice lighter. “Thanks for the invite. This place is… honestly insane. Your agency did a good job.”
Yukimiya smiles politely, eyes flicking between you and Kaiser. “Thanks, really glad you made it. It wouldn’t be the same without you.”
Kaiser hums under his breath. “And yet here we are,” he mutters out.
Karasu scoffs under his breath. “Jesus.”
Bachira hums low under his breath. “God forbid someone doesn’t cater to a smartass.”
“Okay, okay y’know what? I think I need a drink. We’ll be right back guys.” You chime in, turning to Kaiser and touching his wrist gently.
Kaiser raises a brow at you but doesn’t protest. You lace your fingers with his and pull him along, weaving back through the crowd as you feel the eyes of the others lingering on your back.
“Seriously?” you mutter, glancing back up at him as you weave through people to get to the bar. “Couldn’t even try to make an effort?”
“They don’t like me anyway,” Kaiser says smoothly. “Might as well give them a reason.”
—𓆩❦𓆪
Everyone seemed to have forgotten about the awkward tension by the time you and Kaiser came back to the VIP section.
It’s a lot more crowded than it was before. You can see Chigiri, Bachira, Yukimiya and Otoya are still there, drinks in hand as they’re talking to a couple of girls.
Kaiser is the first to notice his teammates. They nod at Kaiser when they see him and he nods back before strolling over with his hand still laced with yours. Within seconds he’s deep into conversation, sipping his drink as you stay by his side.
You’re tipsy now, the drink from earlier settling in your chest. Your cheeks are flushed and your movements are looser. You sway a little to the music without even realizing it, hips catching the rhythm as you lean into it.
Eventually, a couple of girls near the edge of the section compliment your dress which leads to conversation and constant giggling. They’re sweet and before long you’re dancing with them to the next song being played.
But from across the room, Kaiser is watching.
His drink rests in one hand while the other hangs loosely at his side. He’s still talking, nodding, laughing at something one of his teammates says but his eyes never leave you. You can feel it from here,
You glance over your shoulder, your eyes meeting his for a brief moment which makes his lips curl at the corners.
It's like he’s memorising every inch of you. The curves of your body, the sway of your hips and every flick of your hair are what's making him get extremely hard at this moment. His pants are tightening and quickly turns his head to pay attention to his teammates who are yapping his ear off.
But then your smile drops. The music keeps playing, but everything feels muted when your eyes snap to the entrance and you see two figures step through the doors.
Shidou.
He walks in with his hands stuffed in his pockets, his eyes narrowed and his lips in a single straight line. And someone else you don’t recognise at first glance.
The second guy is tall, lean, blond and gives off the same energy as what Shidou would normally be like. He’s grinning, his tongue running along his fanged teeth as he pats the bouncer on the shoulder and glides past the entrance like they were expected.
Without thinking, you hand your glass to one of the girls and quietly slip away as you push through the crowd. You don’t stop until you find the corridor leading to the restrooms, heart pounding as the music thins out behind you.
You step into the bathroom, grateful to find an empty stall and lock yourself in. You reach into your handbag, pull out your phone and quickly type into the group chat:
It's then you stop typing, your ears catch something outside the stall. Voices, not club noise, actual voices, just outside the bathroom.
It sounds like a guy and a girl talking.
You freeze, leaning forward slightly as you try to hear better.
“Oh my God, are you this desperate? How the fuck did you even get into this event anyways? Did you suck dick to get your way in or something?”
“Don’t worry about how I got in Charles. C’mon, just speak to him already for me,” she says, her voice low but urgent. “I’ve already tried to and he’s been ignoring my texts and calls and even ignoring me on campus. I just–”
“Well then that sounds like a you problem. He’s not interested in you anymore so quit bothering me, you whore.”
His words sting and it wasn’t even directed at you. But you also weren't going to just stay put and listen to him speak like that to this girl.
You push open the stall door and step out of the restroom. Your voice cuts through before anyone can get their next word in.
“Hey, what’s your fucking problem?! Don’t speak to her like that.”
Both heads snap in your direction.
“Holy shit, it’s you,” they say in unison.
You quirk your brow, directing your index finger towards yourself. “Me?”
Their reactions were the complete opposite. Charles had a huge grin plastered on his face, showcasing his fanged teeth. But the girl? The one that you were literally defending? Her eyes are narrowed, fists clenched as she steps towards you.
“Yes, you. You’re the reason why Shidou wants nothing to do with me. You ruined everything the second you came into that damn bathroom at that dorm party.”
Even in your tipsy state, it didn’t take long for you to realise that this was Marissa.
Her breasts were practically spilling out of her pink corset dress, her hair slicked in a high ponytail and her crimson red lips were extremely glossy.
Your brows furrow. “Now, wait a minute–”
“He was finally giving me attention,” she spits. “But you just had to come stumbling, vomiting and shit while he carried you out like a damn damsel in distress!”
“Back up.” Your voice sharpens. “That’s not my fault. If he dropped you that fast, that’s on him.”
Before she can spout out any more delusions, a hand grabs her arm and yanks her back, slamming her against the wall.
Your breath falters, realising that it's Shidou.
He stands there, hair tousled, sleeves rolled to his elbows, black t-shirt stretched across broad shoulders and veins flexing along his biceps. He’s breathing hard, not from exertion, but from rage.
“Shidou–?”
“Shut. Up,” his voice is cold. “Don’t you dare get in her fucking face like that.”
You can see the tears building in her eyes as she screams in his face. “Why her and not me?!”
Shidou doesn’t hesitate, not one bit. “She’s not you. That's the point. You were just a drunk mistake that I wanted to fuck in that moment but… everything changed when I saw her in my life again. I lost her once so I didn’t want to lose her again the moment I realised she had finally moved abroad here.”
Your stomach twists at his words, shivers now running down your spine. Marissa is staring at him with wide eyes as the tears fall freely down her cheeks all the while Charles is just standing there grinning, hands in his pockets like he’s watching a Jerry Springer show.
You don't say anything. What could you say? He may have told the truth then and there about his true feelings but… for him to take this long?
Shidou finally releases her and steps back before looking at you, but you don’t let him speak.
“I’m done here. You’re so shit at communication and it's only now that you want to say all of this?”
You turn around without another word, your heels clicking sharply against the floor as you walk away. You can still hear Marissa yelling behind you and staff telling them to disperse from each other or they’ll have to be escorted out of the club. But you’re not looking back.
Because you’ve moved on.
And as you disappear into the crowd once again, you remind yourself of that again and again.
Even if your chest feels a little heavier than before.
—𓆩❦𓆪
“Where the hell did you go?” Kaiser asks, his voice low and sharp.
He’s leaning against the velvet couch, one hand wrapped around his glass, gripping so tightly that it looks like it’s about to break at any moment now.
“Bathroom,” you say simply, trying to brush it off, though your voice is breathy, your tipsy haze still lingering.
He tilts his head slightly, a vein now appearing on his temple. “That long?”
You hum in response but he doesn’t buy it.
His eyes stay locked on you, scanning every inch of your face like he’s trying to read between the lines of your expression and that’s when the worry begins to rise.
He pushes off from the edge of the couch and takes a step towards you until he’s towering over you, his chest brushing yours.
His hand slips around your waist, pulling you tightly against him, his drink now abandoned on the nearest table. You can feel his breath against your cheek, warm and sweetened by the dark rum.
“Do you know,” he murmurs low, voice dangerously calm, “how many people have been staring at you tonight?”
You blink up at him, throat now dry.
“How many people have been staring at you in this tight little dress? Watching you shake your ass like you don't belong to someone?”
You glance around, nerves rising, but no one’s paying attention. It’s just him now.
“Miyha–” you start, but his hands travel to your ass, his grip tightening as he palms it aggressively and that makes you clench your thighs together.
“Fuck, do you even know what you look like right now?”
With one swift movement, his hand comes up and cups your chin, fingers curling tightly beneath it, tilting your head so you’re forced to look him in the eye.
“And the worst part? You didn’t even notice and that pisses me off.”
You don’t get a chance to answer because his mouth smashes into yours.
The kiss isn’t gentle nor slow. It's possessive and needy, pulling you closer like he doesn’t want you to slip away like you did before.
His tongue slipped past your lips, twirling and clashing with yours. Thank God no one can hear you with the music blasting because it's then you moan into his mouth, earning you a groan from him.
He finally breaks the kiss to look at you, his lips slick with a dark gaze.
“We’re leaving.”
He doesn’t wait for a response. Just grabs your hand again, weaving you through the crowd as he guides you away.
And you don't look back.
But if you did, you would’ve seen Bachira with his mouth hanging open, Chigiri shaking his head with a faint smirk, Karasu muttering “Jesus Christ” under his breath and Otoya kissing a random girl against a wall.
But you also would’ve seen Shidou.
Pushing past the crowd like he was on a mission.
A mission to get to you.
But it was too late by the time you slipped out of the club, Kaiser right by your side.
His mouth parted like he was about to call your name. But the words die in his throat.
The only words he’s able to mutter out instead are, “Fuck, not again.”
—𓆩❦𓆪
“Miyha! S-Slow down–“
“Fuck no.”
The second you stepped foot into the hallway of Kaiser and Ness’s dorm, he wasted no time in lifting you and pinning you against the wall. Not even bothering to take you to his bedroom yet.
Your legs are wrapped around his waist, your dress hiked up so you’re able to feel his hard boner rubbing against your now damp panties.
You can’t help but grind against him, your arms wrapped around his neck as you try your best to silence your moans slipping out your lips since Ness’s bedroom is close to where the both of you are.
“For God’s sake, Ness is probably sleeping…” You groan out against his mouth.
His lips trail from your swollen bitten lips to your neck, now grinning against it. “Then stay quiet, hübsch.”
His calloused hands have a firm hold under the plush of your thighs, keeping it secure there as he carries you to his bedroom.
He kicks the door to his room open and barely waits for it to close before tossing you onto the bed.
You land with a soft thud against the mattress, propping yourself up on your elbows, and staring at him.
Kaiser doesn’t give you time to adjust your hazy mind, his hands grab at your ankles before yanking you down at the foot of the bed.
He’s already unbuttoning his shirt, his eyes glued onto you as he slurs out, “Take the dress off now before I rip it off you,”
He didn't need to tell you twice.
You’re rushing to slip off the dress, accidentally snapping the strap off in the process. But seeing you in nothing but your black bra and panties wasn’t enough for him.
He crawls over the bed, in nothing but his boxers with his growing bulge on display. Effortlessly, he reaches for your bra strap before snapping it off, causing you to gasp out loud.
“Mi-Miyha? Why would you–?”
But he doesn’t stop there.
His breathing is heavy, ignoring a word you've just said while his next target is your panties and does the same thing.
A broken bra strap and loose panties were the least of his worries, flinging them away to the other side of the room to leave you completely bare in front of him.
His half-lidded eyes are on you, roaming all over from your perky tits to your slick puffy folds. You’re quick to avert your gaze elsewhere, your cheeks brightening the more you watch him and the more you could notice how his cock is throbbing profusely, just begging to be freed out of his boxers.
A raspy chuckle escaped his lips, instantly grabbing your face as he leaned closer to you. “Shy already, liebling? We’ve not even got to the good part yet.”
Even in a time like this, he still finds a way to act so cocky yet, it's attractive. He keeps your face smooshed around his hand while his other trails to your throbbing pussy.
“Want this pretty pussy to swallow my dick whole just like they swallowed my fingers that day,” his fingers now fiddle with your folds, causing you to gasp out. “You remember, right?”
Air gets caught in your throat, lips tremble while your eyes roll to the back of your head.
Of course, you remembered, how could you forget? He was so knuckle deep inside of you that day you were sure that you would’ve cummed all off his fingers if Ness didn’t interrupt the moment.
He lets go of your face, leaning further down your trembling body until he settles between your thighs. He slips his fingers out your pussy, sucking on each digit to savour the taste before yanking your thighs open wide.
“You have no idea,” his voice is low and raspy, his face mere inches from your glistening folds as he inhales the scent. “How long I've been thinkin’ about this”
He leans forward and flicks his tongue against your clit, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves. His tongue dips inside you
“Thinkin’ about eating this sweet cunt out, thinkin’ about stretching you out till you cry.”
He growls against your folds, the vibrations of his deep voice sending shivers through your body.
You desperately tug at his hair, the tips of his deep blue hair intertwining your fingers as you urge him to keep going and not stop. “Shit, Mi-Miyha, feels t-to good!”
The grip he has on your thighs tightens, his groans becoming muffled against your sopping pussy. His tongue never slows down with the way it plunges in and out of your tight walls, making your back arch on the bed.
He lets go of one of your thighs, reaching down with one hand towards his boxers. He tugs them down, just enough to free his large, throbbing dick that's been profusely oozing with pre-cum.
He wrapped his fingers around his thick length, pumping it slowly as he continued nipping at your bruised clit. “You gonna be good for me? You gonna let me use this pussy however I want?”
Your mind is spiralling, you’re trying to find the right words to say but you’re far too busy squeezing your thighs around him, rutting your cunt on his face.
“S-Shit! Right there–!”
“Focus, you needy little thing.”
You just earned yourself a firm slap on your clit. You hadn’t noticed when he pulled away from sucking your pussy since the impact of the slap was so quick. The slight sting he left caused you to cry out in pain and pleasure.
He continues to stroke himself, his narrow deep ocean eyes on you and decides to slap your pussy hard once again. The impact can be heard throughout the room alongside your groans and cries.
“Miyha! That hurts…” You trailed off, sniffling softly as you tried to scoot away on the bed.
But he doesn’t let you get far. He grips your inner thigh to stop you from moving. You swear that you can see him faintly smirking, like he’s getting off to the fact that he’s slapped your clit.
He tilts his head back, his hips bucking into his fist, trying to imagine your walls clamping down on him. “Just… answer me the first time and I won’t do that again, fuck.”
“Y-Yes! I’ll be good for you.” You trembled out, now breathing hard.
“Yeah?” He could feel his release building fast the more he jerked himself, his head leaning towards your pussy again to take your clit in his mouth once more. “And you’re gonna let me use your pussy however I want?”
You were too embarrassed to say the words so you frantically nodded your head instead. Kaiser could tell you were coming close with the way you gripped harshly at the bed sheets and your plush thighs trembling nonstop.
But he wasn’t about to let you cum, not yet anyways.
His tongue slips out your hole, his head leaning back to watch your face twist in frustration and that makes his lips curve upwards.
He grabs your hips and flips you over onto your stomach. Kaiser pressed his hands into the small of your back, pushing you down so your chest was flat against the mattress.
A yelp escaped out of you when he kicked your legs apart, exposing your dripping pussy to his hungry gaze.
It was taking everything within him to not cum at just the sight of your back being arched for him and him only.
His tall lean frame towers over your arched frame, giving your ass a sharp smack. He grounds his girthy cock against the cleft of your ass, letting you feel what was to come.
“Miyha!” You muttered out, grinding your ass against him to get more of a feel. “Please don’t tease–“
Kaiser gives you no warning at all. He notched his swollen tip at your folds, coating it with your slick before burying himself inside in one forceful thrust.
The pain is unbearable, stretching you out inch by inch that it forces you to stifle your cries. His head falls back, curses and loud grunts slipping out his mouth with him now fully inside you.
“T-Too big, fuck!”
“Heh, tell me somethin’ I don’t know.” He flicks his head back up to look at your trembling body since you’re nothing but a sniffling mess, digging your nails right into his bed sheets.
But his gaze lingers on your puffy folds swallowing him whole. And that's when he begins to start moving.
You still hadn’t adjusted to his size. He rocks his hips into your sensitive cunt again and again, setting a brutal pace that creates the sound of skin slapping filling the room.
You try to scramble away and that only pisses him off.
“Don’t you run away from me,” he growls out, tugging at your ankle before pulling you straight back to where you were before.
Kaiser leans over your back, blanketing you with his tall muscular frame. He grabbed a fistful of your locks and tugged your head back, forcing you to arch your spine even more. “Thought you said I could use this pussy however I want?”
The pain you were once feeling in your sopping cunt soon turned into pleasure but your voice was still trembling. “Y-You can! But–“
“But what? This pussy belongs to me. It’s mine and I’m gonna fuckin’ ruin it.” He snarls against your skin, his teeth sinking into your tender flesh, leaving nothing but bite marks.
His thrusts are unforgiving, punctuating his words with every harsh slam in your fluttering walls. His lips curve into a wicked smile, ogling at the recoil of your ass jiggling on his pelvis and your tight hole gets stretched, clearly still struggling to accommodate his girth.
Kaiser reached around and found your swollen clit, rubbing the sensitive nub in tight, fast circles. He pinched and rolled it between his fingers, causing you to whimper beneath him. The added stimulation was enough to push you over the edge.
He can feel your walls flutter around him profusely and that only makes him let out a breathy chuckle. “Fuckin’ take it liebe, can feel your greedy cunt tellin’ me just how close you are.”
Your body shudders at his words. Why did he have to be so right?
The bed creaks and beneath you, the headboard slams against the wall with each powerful thrust.
Your voice is raw and ragged as your orgasm finally came. Your pussy clenches down hard, your puffy folds rippling and grasping at Kaiser's cock as streams of your juices shot out of you, creating wet squelching noises.
Your body shook and convulsed, your nails digging into the sheets as you came completely undone. His orgasm was soon approaching, causing him to curse under his breath. “Fuck, gonna fill you up, gonna make you take every last drop of it.”
He buries himself to the hilt inside your spasming pussy. His cock jerked and throbbed as he emptied himself deep inside you, flooding you with spurt after spurt of his hot, thick cum.
He grinds his pelvis against your ass as he pumps you full, making sure that not even a drop of cum escapes out of you.
His cock still stays inside of you, twitching slightly but you’ve already collapsed on the bed. You're exhausted, your body aching due to the long position that you’ve been in and your eyelids flutter before they shut.
The only thing you hear before you completely pass out is Kaiser’s raspy chuckle, letting out a deep exhale before saying–
“You're so good to me, liebe. You're mine, this pussy is mine and everything about you is mine.”
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I’ve been staring at him for so long that I feel pregnant
UH SHOULD I MAKE THIS A SERIES OR WHAT LIKE HELLOOO??? btw song to listen to is "Diet Mountain Dew - Demo" by Lana Del Ray
"Not so tough now, huh?" pt.2!
Michael Kaiser x Fem!Reader
warning: degradation, !!SUB KAISER OMG!!, overstimulating, sex, swearing. MINORS DNI
After that day, he started becoming more.. open with her?.. he was suddenly kinder, but oh fuck when ness would try to interrupt a conversation with you he would CRASH THE FUCK OUT on ness, she would have to calm him down manually than let him cool down himself.
She and she alone blessed his life, both in and out of bed, but in bed was on a whole 'nother level. There again he was, on her front porch looking like puppy who was denied love, begging her to fuck him yet again.. "Please.. I NEED you, liebling.." "Even after yesterday, Micha? Damn, you're needier than I thought, whore." "Call me what you want, i like it, schatz." "You bet i will, Micha."
And so she did, in fact, all night she was degrading him, and oh did he love it when she tugged on his blonde-fading-into-blue locks.. it was like this dream he had all over again, but in real life. He couldn't believe it, she had the power to bring his wet dreams into life and still be the most loving and kindest person to him, especially during.. "AfTeRcArE" he likes to call it.
Another moment they had was when she caressed his back muscles and called him a "Good boy, Micha..", boy did he double his efforts to make her cum, and by the end of the night, it wasn't just him screaming her name, it was her screaming his.
UGH I LOVE WRITING SUB KAISER #NEEDTHAT
PART THREE JUST DROPPED!! 🔥🔥🔥 https://www.tumblr.com/yoursssxtrulyyy/780946998024093696/not-so-tough-now-huh
btw part one = https://www.tumblr.com/yoursssxtrulyyy/780769831409664000/not-so-tough-now-huh
my first request ever and my first writing too... RAHHH i hope this does well or im gonna crash out..
"Not so tough now, huh?"
Michael Kaiser x Fem!Reader
warning: degradation, !!SUB KAISER OMG!!, overstimulating, sex, swearing. MINORS DNI
Whenever she was around, Michael, otherwise Micha, would blush at the memories of all their encounters. He was like a schoolboy, especially when she would tease him in public. However, despite all the teasing.. that was nothing compared to when they were behind closed doors. He would be begging, on his knees, for her to degrade him already. "Y/n.. please.. just fuck me already.." "No Micha, you've been bad."
Though she had turned him down many MANY times, after a few minutes he still undressed and then suddenly, she couldn't resist much longer. "Pretty please Y/n?.." "..Fine Micha."
He beamed like there was no tomorrow, he was so fucking happy to finally have his favorite time of the day. A few hours later though and begging for her to stop. She plays with his tip and once in a while when she's riding him HARD, she'll whisper "This what you wanted, slut?" "Y-Yes... please.. more, Y/n.."
When he cums for the 11th time, as he's coming down from his high, she'll murmur in his ear "Not so tough now, huh?" "Shut up."
The day after he'll playfully avoid her and his teammates will tease him as to why they heard him screaming all last night in his room in blue lock.
ILL MAKE A PART 2 I SWEAR TOMORROW LEMME KNOW IF THIS WAS TOO SHORT OR TOO LONG OR MID PLOT AGHHH
edit: part two out now !! https://www.tumblr.com/yoursssxtrulyyy/780791259043364864/not-so-tough-now-huh-pt2
PART THREE JUST DROPPED!!!🔥🔥🔥🔥https://www.tumblr.com/yoursssxtrulyyy/780946998024093696/not-so-tough-now-huh
Can someone tell me the title of a oneshot(I think) where it's just reader playing with kaisers hair w ness then some time he gets it cut and dyed then reader stops playing w his hair and something fluff idk😞 I forgot to have it saved on my chrome tabs
omg Kaiser in Harry Potter au is becoming my life 🩷🩷
Can we PLEASEEEE have a few headcanons about what it would be like for ravenclaw!reader to date slytherin!kaiser?
or just anything from this AU 😭😭 it’s so good
character ; michael kaiser || cw ; gn!reader, no pronouns used, slytherin!kaiser, ravenclaw!reader, hogwarts au, kaiser is pure-blood, reader is half-blood, aged-up characters
because of the fact he's such an emotionally constipated and idiotic person you guys do not end up dating until like... your very late twenties/early thirties. it takes him a horribly long time to even realize he's in love let alone the time it takes for him to say something.
but when he does, it comes out completely by accident. it's during the yule ball, where you and him are supervising the students and the same beauxbatons boy you had gone with all those years ago is back as one of their house's quidditch coach in the same manner that kaiser is. you and him are just catching up in a friendly manner but kaiser's at the side just quietly listening to the conversation.
it's rather hard for him to ignore the way julian loki, whose face is just so graced by age to kaiser's disdain, is looking at you. there's clearly something he wants to continue off from, and when he begins to ask if you'd like to catch up somewhere, kaiser drags you away mid-convo.
per usual, you and him break out into a verbal bicker, going back and forth on very redundant statements that seem to bring the conversation nowhere near and end because on your hand, you don't understand why kaiser's been so pissy lately and kaiser is trying his best to understand why he feels like this towards you. until something slips through by accident, his filter completely vanishing and his innermost thoughts taking reign.
so you and him are just staring at each other in complete shock just trying to digest what the hell he just said to you. you're wide-eyed, kaiser's got a hand over his mouth, a furious blush spreading over his face as he tries to come up with a shitty excuse to try and cover what he just said up, but it's kind of hard considering he did just say, "because he looks like he's in love with you like i am!"
he tries to leave the room, begging telling you to forget what just happened, until you drag him back in and demand him what he means. he tries to word it out, but since love has never really been a good thing to him and its concept was just as confusing as transfiguration theory, he ends up acting on instinct, grabbing your face and letting his lips that collide with yours so heavenly do the talking.
so hip hip hooray stupid pining idiot finally gets what he's been wanting from you after so many years everyone clap
obviously due to the fact that you're colleagues and staff, you need to hide your relationship. and since the students are so nosy, you really have to do your best to act natural around him, especially around the members of a particular hush-hushed club that advocates for yours and kaiser's relationship because they're much more keen than the average student—using any singular crumb that you and kaiser give them to feed their material.
but you find it to be rather difficult. kaiser has been pining and dwelling for you for how many years now??? so best believe he's going to be making up for those lost years and much and as often as possible. good luck, babe.
you'd be walking down a lone corridor, only to turn a corner and getting whipped around and suddenly finding his lips on yours as your back rests against a cold wall. he'd often come into your office hours unannounced, bothering and flirting with you as you graded papers with the door wide open. during meetings, he'd at first shuffle his foot to find yours. then he got more confident; he'd rub it up and down your leg trying to raise a reaction out of you.
it didn't help that kaiser knew how to apparate and you didn't. it's prohibited on hogwarts grounds, but in hogsmeade, which is also where you reside in a small cottage, best believe he'd teleport into your house unannounced if he wanted to see you.
weekends are nice; you and him are able to get away from hogwarts and actually can spend time as a couple, but regardless, you and him still have to tiptoe around just in case any staff that's also taken the liberty of leaving hogwarts for the weekend see you hanging around each other as well.
so, it's pretty hard to try and keep things under wraps. and kaiser clearly grows more impatient and needy. he gets bolder, too. he'd sometimes ask to "borrow you" mid-class just to make out with you in a broom closet for a hot two minutes, leaving you flustered and slightly messy haired to his delight or leave gifts and flowers on your office desk, only signing it off ambiguously with "♡, k." thankfully, you come earlier than your students usually, so you’re able to hide them beforehand.
some of the older students start to catch on—especially since up until recently, it was uncommon to see the two rival professors to be rather close in proximity with each other while pacing down hallways or talking to each other in a more mild manner than what they were used to seeing. is that smile on professor kaiser's face? the hell? does this mean that he'll be more lenient on newt exams?
the news of arch-rivals professor (l/n) and professor kaiser dating really start to amp up when a student had spotted you leaving kaiser's office in the late evening. the student thinks nothing of it at first, until kaiser escorts you out and gives you a small kiss on your forehead.
so it spreads like wildfire and eventually you and him crack and admit to the higher-ups that you and him are indeed in a relationship. cue the immense amount of paperwork that shoulders you and him. but hey, once it's done, everything is at least brought to the surface and there was no longer that stress of trying to hide your relationship.
the only con is that during classes, some of the students would get too cheeky and prod at you and him about your personal lives. "is it true that professor kaiser sleeps in a silk robe?!" "does professor (l/n) know you gamble at hogsmeade with the elves?" "i heard professor kaiser has a ten-step skincare routine, is that true, prof?"
valentine's day also turns out to be quite a stir; for some reason, students now think you and him are experts on love and come to each of you asking for relationship advice. young love, as amusing as it is, is just so very ignorant... especially since it took kaiser more than ten years to confess (maybe not the best person to go to for dating advice).
outside hogwarts, it's more tame. it takes a bit of convincing, but kaiser accompanies you to the muggle world when you visit your parents. he's been in the muggle world before and he found it much more dull than the wizarding world... until you reach your parents' home. suddenly, he's poking his head in every photo album that has a younger, tooth-gapped photos of you and twiddling with regular muggle items like a computer or a television remote.
"is the bread alive? why did it just jump?" he asks, brows furrowed at the freshly toasted bread in the toaster after he flinches at the movement.
"so is there like... a little man singing in this?" he inquires as you play him something from your radio.
"why can't you just let owls do it?" he questions while the mailman drops off the weekly post. "it'd be a lot faster."
you and your parents definitely earn a laugh out of a pure-blood wizard just being rather fascinated with every-day muggle items; especially since you remember kaiser taking naps in muggle studies when you and him were younger, it makes the experience a lot more interesting.
Hear me out
More on the Blk×hp crossover because it has taken over my life
Okay, Kaiser hears a rumour that you and isagi are dating.
This infuriates kaiser to no end. He doesn't know why it pisses him off. He's being extra mean to you, and you can't seem to figure out why. Don't even get me started on Quidditch. He's got it out for Isagi, he's more aggressive towards poor isagi. What if Isagi gets hurt? You're tending to him and omgg it gets him . Bro is loosing his shit atp.
If he sees you guys together at Hogsmeade on Valentine's day...
I just want to see his ass suffer and when he realizes that it's false information lmfao 🤣 and bro was torturing himself (and poor Ness #nessdeservesbetter😔 #justiceforness) over nothing
Yeahh that's it. Please forgive me if there're any grammatical errors
Take care.
Happy Valentines 💝
characters ; michael kaiser
contains ; hogwarts au, slytherin!kaiser, ravenclaw!reader, gryffindor!isagi, mild violence
happy (late) valentine's day, angel! you've put me in a ditzy because of this ask, so i thank you kindly for feeding into my daydreams i quite like this stupid little white boy <3 (also i said in a previous post that yoichi would be a ravenclaw, but i think he suits gryffindor a lil more ngl esp after ch293 :P)
kaiser would most DEFINITELY be the type of person to let out his anger through his playing, so expect there to be a ton of fouls from him during the gryffindor vs. slytherin match because he just "accidentally" keeps running into isagi, nearly knocking him off his broom more than ounce. it doesn't help that there's been whispers circulating that there's been confirmation of you and isagi officially being a couple after the many speculations from stray eyes that keep a rather close eye on you and him. the golden boy of gryffindor and the ace of ravenclaw... many would agree that you and him would be power couple in the halls of hogwarts, completely disregarding kaiser. it didn't help that evidently, you and isagi got along much better than you and kaiser did, sharing soft smiles and joyous laughter amongst each other rather than hardened glares and quick-witted insults. you were best friends after all, not sworn rivals like you and he were.
slytherin ends up winning the match, kaiser rising victorious by scoring the winning goal to break the tie, but he can't really celebrate his win in full because he sees you later tidying up some wounds and scratches isagi had gotten from the match in the preparation tent. his jaw grits, watching the intimate scene unfurl before him.
isagi hisses through his teeth when you gently place the cotton bud on an open wound on his elbow.
you wince, pulling your hand back. "i'm sorry..."
"no," isagi shakes his head, encouraging you to keep going. "i'm fine, it just stings a bit, 's all..."
you look at him with a doubtful countenance, but dab the alcohol-soaked cotton bud anyway, trying not to notice the way isagi's eyes close in pain. tenderly, you place a band-aid on the skin before you soak another cotton bud and move to the scratch on his cheek, your fingers brushing his reddened cheek (the hue unnoticed by you) when you repeat the process to help disinfect and clean up the small gash.
"he's such a bastard," you mutter softly, "he should've gotten a foul when he nearly knocked you into the hufflepuff stands."
isagi shrugs, "it is what it is."
"is it me or did he seem more pissed than usual?" you inquire, your fingers smoothing over the bandage you've placed over the cut. "like he was taking his anger on you specifically. did you do something to him?"
"hell if i know," isagi sighs, rolling his eyes. "it's hard to read kaiser."
kaiser's eyes narrow as you hold isagi's face in your palm, his nails digging into his palms as he watches you examine him for any spare injuries you didn't tend to. not wanting to infuriate himself with this meddling nonsense, he decides to replace the feeling with pride and glory, stomping out of the tent and replacing the loud throbbing in his ears with the cheers of his fellow slytherins that shout his name in a steady beat as he appears before him.
he bathes in the glory for a bit, letting his ego fill with the approvals of his audience, though from the corner of his eye, he catches a blur of blue and red walk side by side together out of the arena, arm in arm.
on valentine's day, kaiser receives bucketloads of chocolates from his admirers, both known and unknown. he waves them off when ness presents them, going downstairs to fetch some breakfast, only for him to see you hand isagi a medium-sized golden box of chocolates shaped in a diamond that he accepts gratefully, a large smile on his face before he gives you a bag of candies. you go and give your other friends the same chocolates, a small personalized envelope with a card glued onto the front of it, their names all written in a pretty cursive.
he ditches breakfast, deciding he'll eat later and runs up back to his dorm. for some reason this year, unlike the prior ones, he actually shuffles through all the boxes trying to look for a peculiar, diamond shaped one, and he does find it to his satisfaction. he pulls it out so fast from the pile and rips open the card, anticipating a specific someone's name to be signed at the bottom.
... but his face contorts into irritation when an unknown girl's name is read. who the hell is "imogen?"
he tosses the letter over his shoulder, thinking this was stupid. no way did he just spend fifteen minutes attempting to find a box of chocolates from you, knowing the tense relationship between you and him. of course you wouldn't give him any—you weren't even friends! so why the sudden spark of hope...?
kaiser's valentine's day turns even more sour when he tries to distract himself and goes to hogsmeade to fix himself up some firewhiskey, only to see you and isagi in the window of honeydukes, examining candy together. this didn't seem to be a group trip either, considering he didn't recognize anyone else that you were friends with in the store, so you and him must've went together.
right—he nearly forgot. you were a couple now. of course you'd be spending the holiday of love together. that's just common sense.
"you think she'll like this?" isagi asks you, holding up a basket assortment of many candies. "i don't know what she really likes, so i was thinking i'd play it safe and just get her everything."
you grin and throw him a thumbs up. "good move, i think she'd quite like that. maybe throw in that teddy bear we saw earlier."
he nods with a blush on his face that you can only giggle at. you've never seen your best friend so giddy before, especially since he'll be having his first date with the hufflepuff girl in his astronomy class he's been admiring, a pride within you blooming when he told you excitedly this morning that he'd be going to madame puddifoot's soon with her.
"i'm gonna go pay and then go get ready back at my dorm," says isagi as he nudges his head towards the cash register, the gifts he holds in his hands starting to tumble out of his grasp a little. "i'll see you later at dinner to tell you how everything went!"
"good luck! don't be nervous!" you call out to him when he shuffles through the crowd before returning your attention to examine the luxury chocolates they had just imported from belgium.
a shadow looms over you suddenly, and you feel the temperature drop a bit from the air around you. there's an impending sense of doom that pits itself in your stomach, so it doesn't take you too long to discover the identity of the tattooed hand that snatches the box of chocolates you were examining away.
your jaw ticks.
"i was looking at that," you mutter with irritation, slowly turning back around to face a familiar blonde. "... kaiser."
"hm," kaiser merely hums back nonchalantly, eyes flickering over the assortment of flavors indicated on the back. "never thought you'd have such a sophisticated sweet tooth," he mutters as he reads over the unique flavor profiles of each chocolate.
"god forbid someone wants to go out of their comfort zone," you roll your eyes obnoxiously before picking up another box to assess, not wanting to bother to get back the previous one you were holding. of course somehow kaiser makes your life ten times more difficult whenever he was around, even off campus grounds.
the assortments look so tasty, you think, reading over the details of the feuilletine truffle. maybe you should treat yourself this valentine's day, relishing in fancy chocolates and curling up with a good book sounds like your ideal day of rest. you think you deserve an upgrade from the casual chocolates you were used to purchasing for a quick fix...
... until you look at the price of the box of chocolates.
your eyes nearly bulge out of their head when you read the price.
"forty five galleons?!" you whisper-shout under your breath, only loud enough for the man behind you to hear. kaiser's eyes flicker towards your astonished visage. "merlin, was this made out of unicorn hair or something?!"
you sigh and place the box down on the shelf again, choosing to return back to the safety of the generic honeydukes chocolate bar instead of wasting your money on something that'd disappear all too quickly.
"you're not gonna get it?" kaiser inquires as you begin to look for a way out of the chocolates area.
"as if i have that kind of money," you snort haughtily.
"then ask your boyfriend to buy it. it's valentine's day after all," kaiser snarks back, the words coming out of his lips faster than he's able to fully process them. he curses himself in his mind when he realizes what he's said, revealing the fact that your status as a couple wasn't as hidden as some may say.
"huh?" you turn back with a confused look. "boyfriend? what?"
it's kaiser's turn to look perplexed. "your boyfriend?" he repeats and pokes a stray strand of hair from the top of his head to mimic an ahoge. "yoichi isagi? golden boy of gryffindor? sound familiar?"
your brows furrow and you wonder if he's making fun of you.
"yoichi and i aren't dating," you counter back. "who told you that?"
the way kaiser feels relieved feels unnatural, like a giant weight had just been unburdened from his shoulders. he shouldn't even be feeling this heaviness in the first place, but he did and now it's gone just from the mere words that counter his initial belief.
... he still feels relieved, oddly enough.
"i—" kaiser starts, but draws blanks when he attempts to cover up his nasty acceptance of a mere rumor, feeling idiotic he had believed such a thing so fast and so intently. "it's just floating about. since y'know, you guys are so close... and stuff," he mutters hotly.
your lip curls in annoyance. "never thought you'd be one to accept rumors so loosely," you mimic his tone from earlier, crossing your arms. a vein pops in kaiser's forehead at your arrogance, and he opens his mouth to give you a snide response back, but you begin to turn on your heel.
"don't believe such stupid shit so fast," you say, waving a hand to indicate your leave. "it won't do you good in the long-run."
kaiser is eventually left alone in the chocolate aisle, a little flabbergasted at what just happened. he watches you as you exit the store by yourself, choosing not to buy anything while he's in the vicinity. a warmth blooms within kaiser's chest however, when he repeats your denial of a relationship in his head.
"yoichi and i aren't dating."
"they're not dating," kaiser mumbles to himself as he grips the box of expensive chocolates in his hands with a small smile. "yeah... they're not dating."
that evening, you later find a delicately wrapped box placed on your desk with your name on it. you take off the green ribbon and rip open the white wrapping paper and widen your eyes to what's revealed from inside.
it was the box of expensive belgian chocolates you were looking at just hours beforehand. you're astonished, thinking who on earth had spend this much money on you when you try and find the sender of the package, only to be met with a short, mysterious inscription on the back of the box's lid.
"happy valentine's day. eat well and enjoy." —🌹