They can't sleep so they decided to call you instead ā”
Micheal kaiser , yoichi isagi
"He always knew how to steal the room.
He never expected someone to quietly steal his peace."
Your phone buzzed against the nightstand.
You frowned, blindly reaching for it.
Outside, the city lights blurred through your curtains, glowing against the drizzle.
You stared at the screen for two full rings.
Not sending a smug selfie.
Not dropping some dramatic voice note.
Without missing a beat, his familiar voice slipped through the speaker.
A sleepy smile tugged at your lips.
"You sound far too cheerful for someone calling at three in the morning."
"Cheerful?" he chuckled. "I was beginning to think you'd rejected me."
"I took six seconds to answer."
"Six very heartbreaking seconds."
"You're unbelievably dramatic."
The teasing bounced back and forth so naturally that you barely noticed how awake you had become.
Made conversations feel effortless.
"You know..." you murmured, looking at the rain on your window, "people usually call because something happened."
His tone changed just enough for you to notice.
"Nothing worth making a headline over."
"You dodged the question."
A quiet laugh escaped him.
"You're getting good at reading me."
The line fell silent again.
You could hear the faint sound of traffic from wherever he was.
He had gone out just to clear his head.
"Observation skills. Impressive."
"You're avoiding another question."
Something about the way he said it made your heartbeat skip.
Not because it was flirtatious.
He sounded like he needed you to stay.
"So..." you asked gently.
There was no witty comeback.
No exaggerated compliment.
"Do you know what people like about me?"
"That's a dangerous question."
"They think you're talented."
"They think you're confident."
"They think nothing ever gets to you."
The words hung in the air.
"I didn't expect you to say that."
Like he had handed you something delicate without meaning to.
"When everyone expects you to smile..."
"Eventually you forget what your face feels like without one."
Michael Kaiser didn't sound like football's golden star.
Just a twenty-year-old who was tired.
"You don't have to perform with me."
"Because if I stop pretending..."
His voice almost disappeared.
"What if you don't like what's left?"
The insecurity he buried beneath expensive smiles and sharp words.
"I've never liked you because you were perfect."
"I like you because you're annoying."
A laugh burst out of him.
"You flirt at the worst possible times."
"You never borrow anything."
"...you always know when I'm pretending to be okay."
"You don't have to be impressive tonight, Michael."
"You don't have to be the Kaiser everyone expects."
"Because I thought I'd ruin your sleep."
"I thought the real Michael was supposed to be insufferable."
"But he also worries about waking people up."
The rain outside had almost stopped.
You glanced at the clock.
Nearly four in the morning.
"I should let you sleep."
"Stay until one of us falls asleep."
He didn't answer immediately.
His voice carried the smallest smile.
"You're becoming my favorite habit."
Heat rushed to your cheeks.
"You say things like that too easily."
Another long silence settled between you.
Neither of you rushed to end the call.
Love didn't arrive with grand confessions.
It sounded like someone staying on the line long after there was nothing left to say.
"Some people call because they need saving.
He called because he forgot that he didn't have to carry everything alone."
The vibration of your phone stirred you awake.
You groaned, reaching blindly for it.
And whoever was calling at three in the morning was about to hear a very annoyed version of you.
You squinted at the screen.
Immediately, your irritation vanished.
The response came instantly.
"Why are you apologizing before you've even said hello?"
A nervous laugh crackled through the speaker.
"Because it's three in the morning."
You couldn't help smiling.
That sounded exactly like him.
"Most people say hello first."
Another embarrassed laugh.
You sat up against your headboard.
Not because he didn't want to answer.
Because he was trying to figure out how.
Usually after a difficult match.
Or after he'd been overthinking something for hours.
"My brain won't shut up."
Your expression softened immediately.
You tucked your blanket closer around yourself.
"Thinking about football?"
"It's not just football."
Because Isagi loved football.
When something else managed to occupy space in his head...
You heard him shift somewhere on the other end.
He always paced when he was thinking.
"Do you ever feel like..."
"Like no matter how much progress you make..."
"you're still standing in the same place?"
The question hung in the air.
You stared at the ceiling.
A quiet exhale escaped him.
As if hearing that helped.
"I think you're too hard on yourself."
"You literally called me at three in the morning because you're overthinking."
"When you say it like that..."
"It sounds exactly as dramatic as it is."
The sound made him laugh too.
The tension in his voice eased.
The conversation drifted.
Everything felt important.
Because it was three in the morning.
Because the world felt smaller.
Because there was nobody else awake.
"So why aren't you sleeping?"
"I didn't want to be alone with my thoughts."
The honesty of the answer hit harder than expected.
You looked down at your blanket.
"There you go apologizing again."
A sheepish laugh followed.
Not because the conversation had ended.
Because it didn't need words.
You listened to each other's breathing.
The distant sound of rain.
The occasional car passing somewhere outside.
Like sitting beside someone on a quiet train ride.
"Can I tell you something?"
"Even at three in the morning?"
"Even at three in the morning."
A small laugh escaped him.
The kind that always sounded genuine.
The kind you never got tired of hearing.
"Because you're usually the first person I want to talk to."
Your heart completely forgot how to behave.
You weren't sure if he realized what he'd just admitted.
And was currently regretting it.
His nervous laugh confirmed your suspicion.
"That sounded weird, didn't it?"
You smiled into the darkness.
The warmth spreading through your chest felt impossible to hide.
"You're usually the first person I want to talk to too."
"My brain stopped working."
And somewhere on the other end of the call...
By the time the clock crept toward four-thirty...
Both of you sounded sleepy.
Neither of you wanted to be the first one.
And just before the call ended...
His sleepy voice returned one last time.
The room became quiet again.
The silence didn't feel lonely.
Because somewhere in the city...
Someone was finally sleeping a little easier.
Sometimes love doesn't begin with a confession.
Sometimes it begins with answering a phone call at 3:08 A.M. āØ
A/n: pt:-2 is published!hope you guys like it pls tell me in the comments what you think about this post ā”
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