kaiser's angel

ITOSHI RIN !

big boss.

rin had watched that episode with you for the first time. the second time, he told you to turn off the subtitles. it was his way of learning your language and he did pick up words cause he's smart like that. then came the special full english argument.

pooja, what is this behaviour?

and he didn't look at the tv. he looked at you. cause you were so absorbed AND you were dramatically acting it out, the remote in your hand as if you're holding a broom.

you don't tell me what to do. you do not tell me what to do. YOU DO NOT TELL ME WHAT TO DO.

"y/n..." rin got lowkey scared, so he grabbed your hand, pulling you down, holding you tight so that you yourself don't turn into pooja mishra.

but props to him. he could understand hindi/urdu like that. even when he had trouble pronouncing the words, he could understand whenever you would talk to your parents on call.

ISAGI YOICHI !

this boy loves you so much. and he loves the shows(tho ass), watching it with you? it's all he wants.

"c'mon, pyar. play it," he says patting the space beside him. you sit down and play the show with his arm around you.

he also loves watching clips on youtube. who exposes who. there's a whole compilation of it on yt by the way.

sometimes while at night before sleeping, you both watch the exposing videos to have a good laugh. but believe me when i say that he analyses the crappy scenes. actually he over analyses them.

one scene, someone had put the poison in the food. just then the commercial break starts. he gives you his analysis. and when the break is over, and after zooming onto every hundredth member of the family, the woman says that they can't eat the food cause it has onion in it.

MICHAEL KAISER !

watching this with him.

michael sits beside you, kissing your cheek, putting an arm around your shoulders, "c'mon, play it. how bad can it be?" he says confidently with a smirk on his face.

he has watched good desi shows with you. so when you put on THAT show, he feels like he can handle it.

and then gopi bhen takes the laptop and goes to the sink,"angel...what is she—" his smirk drops, "no," she turns on the tap, "no," she grabs the sponge, "angel, no fucking no," and then she washes the damn laptop as if it's a fucking plate.

he sighs, running his hand through his hair when she fucking hangs the laptop on the rope like she's put clothes to dry in the sun.

michael was given a ton of mithais, and stares and compliments. but thankfully, you were done before more could happen. which honestly involved nosy aunties.

you got up, michael followed. you were quick to say, "i can walk on my own."

and michael was quick to defend, "and when did i mention that you can't? take a chill pill."

sadly, the younger kids almost made you trip. and you couldn't even do anything. literally your hands were decorated!

and ofcourse, michael kaiser is here to both save and ruin the day as he grabs your waist, pulling you closer than necessary. you exhale, knowing what's about to come up. and you look at your sahelis.

they giggle and talk too loud among themselves, "y/n's husband won't even let her breathe," true. so very true.

you walk to a less crowded area, thankfully where the table fan is as you sit infront of it, drying your mehndi.

"oh no," you mumble.

"hm?" michael notices, "what's wrong?"

"my eye is itching...my eyelash...!"

michael laughs, "need help?"

"no. yes."

he scoots closer to you, "say please."

"i will do no such thing," you say, as you try to blink away the itch.

he scoffs out a laugh, leaning in and placing a peck on your eyelid.

"...are you stupid...???? what if someone—"

"everyone's busy."

everyone was infact not. older kids covered the eyes of younger kids. aunties whispered and your sahelis laughed. not that michael let you notice it as he kisses again, making your eyelash tilt even worse.

you exhale, closing your eyes. peace. your eyes won't itch, you won't see anyone and your eyelash won't fall....and then you feel a poke to your side, making you flinch. you opened your eyes and michael looked away. why? cause he held back his laugh.

he looked at you again. then again looked away.

"what?" you ask sternly.

"it's like you have spiders on your eyes," he says with that shit eating grin.

"spi—" you halt yourself, exhaling. you blink rapidly, making both your third class eyelashes fall.

you get up, go to the kitchen to get yourself water. bhondu you forgot about the mehndi on your hands.

at this point, you're bhondu pro max for not realising that this kaiser is gonna follow you everywhere, like he had separation anxiety. seriously, what made this boy have such issues— oh...

moving on.

he helped you sip on the cold water. after you were done, you close your eyes, exhaling again, loving the cool down your oesophagus.

"y/n didi!!" one of the girls call.

"ek minute!" you try to go. michael steps in. you step aside to go. he steps in your way again.

"michael kaiser."

he chuckles, moving aside. and as you push passed, you paused cause he grabbed your dupatta.

you looked at him, he looked at you. his smile was less teasy. he was adoring you! you looking so dumb, moving with your hands carefully and with that cute frown on your face?

"fucking adorable."

and after everything, they still didn't learn their lesson. as they made their way, they threw taunts again, oliver first trying to make a point, "i was making sure reva was ok."

ren pauses, "i don't give a fuck. do you want nee-san to skip her shift again to take care of reva alone?" ren was so close to losing it, "you already had her working, she did everything alone when you focused more on kicking balls for a living—"

"i get it. i fucked up. and i regret this all the fucking time."

"tsk. athletes," ren mutters, pushing past oliver and getting into the elevator, "what?"

"im taking the stairs."

"good choice."

oliver couldn't sleep that night, he stared at the ceiling restless. he felt it all, shame and regret.

"fuck it," oliver didn't even bother putting on a jacket when he heard the thunder, which was loud. too loud. he simply grabs the car keys, rushing without even checking the time.

reva wasn't asleep. she watched attentively as you hummed, crocheting. the thunder she heard was loud, making her gasp and hurry into your arms. you chuckle, putting the yarn aside and holding her close.

"ma...are you not scared?"

"...i am," you say softly, "but i have you and you have me. so everything is fine."

the doorbell rings, alarming both of you.

you tell reva to stay put, she hides under the blanket as you head to open the door. you exhale in relief, answering the door.

"what are you—"

"im sorry," oliver says but not in a rush, fully soft and honest.

before you could say anything, the thunder is heard again. you stay calm. you really do. but he's oliver, he sees you flinch the tiniest bit.

he remembers four years ago. he was on top of you. you both not caring about a thing. ignoring the world outside, lost into each other. that was till the thunder roared and you held him closer.

he made fun of you that time.

now, he wants to hold you and comfort you, without any stupid teasing.

that night, he held reva in his arms till she fell asleep then gently tucking her in.

you already opened the closet to take out a blanket and a pillow. you walk to oliver, placing them in his hold.

morning, he felt the pain in his body as he slept the whole night on the uncomfy couch. he woke up to the delightful smell of breakfast. he walked to the kitchen, brushing his hair back, seeing you making breakfast and reva nom noming on hers.

"good morning, papa!" reva greets, eating breakfast all by herself like the smart four year old she is.

"morning, chipmunk," he ruffles her hair, making her let out her baby laugh.

to his surprise, you slide a plate towards him. he stares for a bit, then sitting down beside reva, mumbling a thanks to you.

reva made a dramatic bleh when you place a glass of carrot juice infront of her, "no excuses. drink. cmon. sip sip. see, i put your favourite straw in too."

oliver couldn't help but to smile at the domestic scene.

he remembers.

four years ago again, at the convenient store. you had put carrots into the cart. yes, oliver did make a statement about you being obsessed with carrots. then came your long thesis about how carrots are so healthy. you had kept going and going about it, without knowing oliver put a pack of condoms into the cart.

"drink up, reva," he says, "it's good for your eyes."

reva reluctantly drinks it, her face full of disgust. what a drama queen.

so focused on reva, you didn't realize oliver was staring at you. and when you did, you looked away quick, "finish your breakfast. you're dropping reva school today."

"yes, captain."

ITOSHI RIN !

y/n:

miss you

rin stares at the text. it doesn't take him long to text back a 'what happened'. not 'miss you too'. not anything sweet. just that cause he's worried cause you're weird like that. he waits. then messages '???'

he waits and waits...just for you to send a picture of the dumbest looking cat alive. that cat is not human bro.

y/n:

look at this neko so cute

rin:

you miss me?

y/n:

oh

i did missed you

rin considers either blocking you or throwing his phone across the room

ISAGI YOICHI !

you kept staring at his pretty hands and fingers. perfect for intertwining and maybe something else too. but that's for later.

"y/n? you wanna hold hands?"

you look up at him, blushing, "oh um...yeah but my hands are sweaty and i ate chips so they're sticky too—"

"hey," he halts you, "it's ok," he scoots closer, smiling, "i don't mind, y/n. if you really wanna hold hands...if that's what you really want then..." he looks at your hand, reaching to intertwine. he looks up, smiling again.

and you?

you say you don't wanna hold hands anymore.

MICHAEL KAISER !

you've memorised his tattoos. you can trace the outline of the two blue roses tattoo on the side of his neck, as well as the crown tattoo on the back of his hand, with your eyes closed.

that happens after spending nights after nights after nights bare in bed.

you're doing the same thing, your hazy eyes on him as you both lay, facing each other. and your fingers? tracing the blue roses tattoo.

"you've got issues, angel," he says lowly, caressing your cheek.

you hum, going to sleep. yeah, just like that. he chuckles at how absurd you are as he kisses your forehead.

and by morning during breakfast, the random talks suddenly bring up that you don't even like guys with tattoos. plus what will your strict parents think if you bring a "tattooed boy" home?

michael stops chewing, "tattooed boy? angel, i caught you tracing this—" he shows the back of his hand where the crown is, "—this morning with your eyes closed."

"...ok?"

he exhales, leaning back, "now i don't really give a fuck of what your parents think."

"hey—!"

"rin," you parrot his name, "y/n," you introduce yourself, "and...?" you looked at sae with curious doe eyes, making a tint of pink appear on his face as he looks away.

"and sae."

years pass like the wind. one day, you're young and curious. the other, you are an adorable 11 year old, receiving many chocolates at valentines day, all from one boy who sadly didn't happen to be sae.

the boy proposed you on the spot. right there in the school hallway, catching you off guard. but you politely told the boy you needed two days to think it over, but he remained persistent.

that's when sae intervened, with a firm tone, he told the boy to stop being so pushy and that you had already said no. the boy corrected sae, saying that you hadn’t officially rejected him yet. and that you had yet to figure it out in two days.

grumbling, sae took your hand and walked you away with him.

the two of you found yourselves back at the park. you were sitting on the swing, and sae stood behind you, giving you gentle pushes that made you sway back and forth.

sae broke the silence, asking if you were really going to say yes to the boy who had proposed to you. you replied that you might, since the boy had given you so many chocolates.

sae’s stopped pushing, bringing the swing to a halt. you turned to him, asking him what's wrong.

“don’t go out with him,” sae said, his voice unusually earnest.

“why not?”

sae simply replied that even he could buy you chocolates if you wanted.

“so please, let me be your boyfriend.”

time passed. you and sae were now 13. and as sad as the moment was of sae's departure, he gave you a quick kiss on the cheek, catching you off guard. it was the most intimate he has been after holding hands. and sae too, had a blush on his face with a boyish smile as he waves everyone who accompanied him goodbye.

it was a new chapter in both of your lives.

and oh how it ended...

years later, the two of you found yourselves facing each other, standing a few feet apart. the cold wind blew as it started snowing.

“we should stop seeing each other,” sae said nonchalantly yet firmly.

and you simply smiled, understanding his words. rin had already called you and told you about what had happened, so you didn’t question sae. you bid each other a goodbye, accepting and thinking that this really is the end.

but when now both you and sae were 25, you found yourself by the swings again at night. but both broken this time. and there he stood in front of you, his expressions the same as when he had left. but it hinted something softer.

"hey," after a long time, it was him who broke the silence first.

"hey," you parrot, your voice almost a whisper.

an awkward pause follows, and sae scratches the back of his neck.

you shake your head, a small smile on your lips, "how have you been?"

sae looks at you, offering a nod, "i'm good...how about you?"

"i'm good too," you say, your smile widening despite what lingered beneath.

"stop it," sae says suddenly, causing you to tilt your head in confusion.

"stop...what?" you ask, your brow furrowing.

"stop smiling. i know it's not a real one," he says, frustrated.

you look down for a moment. and when you look back up, his heart breaks. your once curious innocent eyes were now teary. all because of him, "do you want me to cry then?"

"yes. cry. be sad," sae says, stepping closer. he gently cups your face with one hand, brushing away the tear with his thumb.

you place your hand over sae's, "why?" you ask softly.

why.

why did it had to be this way?

sae's leans closer to you, "i don't know." he wraps his arms around you, "forgive me," whispers an apology.

you rest your head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat that spoke sincerity, hinting his words to be genuine.

despite the painful awkward silence that was in the afternoon (all due to his mistake) he considers himself lucky. as you, still accepted a kiss on your cheek before he stepped out.

his thoughts were now stuck on that kiss he gave you and he yearned for more. he wanted to kiss you more. everywhere his lips desired.

as if someone slapped him to consciousness, he shakes his head, adjusting the cap on properly. like any typical boyfriend, he grabs the snackies you like. some new ones in stock he assumes you would like. and the condoms he had been starting at subconsciously for the past few minutes. if maybe not an apology or snackies, there's gotta be a third way or more to woo you.

your initial response after seeing the bag with snacks was to reach out and grab them. your attempt to do so prevented by sae who moved the bag out of your reach.

"let me in first," he says, gently giving your head a little bonk on the head, which you initially got annoyed at, not knowing it was a little excuse for him to have your attention, "the bags are to heavy for your weak hands."

he places the bags on the kitchen table, you didn't mind that little insult, immediately grabbing onto the snackies. sae questioned you if you're heading to bed, noticing you wearing comfy clothes, not forgetting to notice them looking so so cozy and so so cute, just perfect for snuggling.

and you told him you, were indeed heading to bed, as you set your snackies aside and helped placing the other once in their respective places. placing the energy drinks in the fridge, completely ignoring when sae nagged at you about you skipping dinner.

it was his time to ignore you when you kept telling him not to order food. his phone snatched right after he dialed three digits.

it was his turn to get annoyed as well, grabbing onto your wrist tightly and pulling you closer. his mind diving into the gutter deeper if possible.

just a little closer and he'd have the kiss he yearned. and you waited for it too, half out of anxiety and half out of...cause maybe you yearned to give him the affection that he craved for so long.

but instead, he simply snatches his phone back, keeping in mind to not cross the boundaries. but he's a bit selfish too, still holding onto your wrist and keeping you closer. until distraction in the form of the pack of condoms fall from the bag.

you're not looking at him, he's doesn't really have more courage to keep staring at you. but he already assumed what you might be thinking. he assumed you were thinking of his audacity to...

you shove him away. grabbing onto the two chocolate bars as you head to the bedroom while sae reminds he's still gonna order food. and he lets out the most gut wrenching sigh any living creature has ever made.

sae sees you eating the chocolate bars while being in the bed. considering if he should nag at you or make a lame joke about getting ants in the bed. he decides to shut up instead. thinking that yeah, that's probably the better thing to do.

you're already lying on your side when sae plops on the bed beside you. putting an arm around your waist as he pulls you in closer, he apologizes. yes. itoshi sae says sorry. you let out an exhale, him feeling you resisting the urge to push his hand away.

he makes you turn to face him. his voice seeming much bold and stricter only for him to go dead silent when you do so.

eyes shamelessly falling onto your lips. and oh how he wanted to have those handsy make-out sessions and also many more naughty things.

he takes your hand in his instead, kissing on the knuckles as says sorry again. placing more kisses on your fingertips while repeatedly apologizing.

and the soft features you had on while looking at him soon turned into annoyed once. yet again. as you scold him. pointing all the mistakes he made. which he only agrees with, repeating that he knows. he knows.

"i know. and im sorry. can i kiss you now?"

and you give in. telling him yes but fuck the time wasn't on his side. and the doorbell with the awaiting delicious meal never sounded more frustrating.

she doesn't even get a chance to say a word as you and her papa attack her with kissys and tickling.

"what are you doing so early, princess?" you ask with small smile, "it's weekend."

"...cherry tomatoes!" she says as she points the bowl on the desk. michael reaches for it, feeding you. then anne and then himself, "you and ma always take care of me...i wanna take care of you both too!"

god, anne's words were like a warm cozy blanket. simple and innocent. and michael only watched as she chews on the cherry tomatoe. he wishes she'd stay like this forever. and oh boy, his heart aches.

he kisses her forehead, ruffling her already messy hair, making her giggle.

"i did," sae says in a monotone.

"why? i don't want them—"

"theyre not for you," he lies, "they're for me," lie lie lie. they're all for you.

ITOSHI RIN !

rin was at the store for an energy drink when he sees you. on your tippie toes, trying to reach for a pack of jagabee, "just a little more..." you mumble.

it was the only pack left and that too placed on the higher rack. rin reaches for it easily, telling you to eat healthier(what a hypocrite) you only smile, telling him that it isnt for you. you were buying it for some guy best friend of yours.

rin places that pack back where it was and turns to leave. you gasp at the audacity.

then rin turns back. walks to you, grabs the chips. you were hopeful but then he takes the chips, goes to the counter and pays for them, opening the pack and cronching on it while you stand there with your jaw on the floor.

just like that, rin forgot that he was there for the energy drink in the first place.

ISAGI YOICHI !

yoichi was there for a cup of buldak. maybe 2 or 3. but there was only one loney buldak there. alone. waiting for someone to pick it.

yoichi reaches for it. so do you. your hands brush and the both of you pull back at the same time.

"y/n??"

"yo-chan??"

he coughs awkwardly, "you can have it."

"no no! you were there first, you can have it!"

"no really, it's fine—"

"no you have it."

after the argument, both of you ended up sitting outside, sharing the buldak.

"spicy...!" yoichi winces, fanning himself. you chuckle and pass him a box of milk that you just happen to have.

and then you look at him fondly. and call him cute. yoichi doesn't know if he's red cause of the spiciness of buldak or you.

MICHAEL KAISER !

michael had woken up from a nightmare and to make it worse? you weren't beside him.

"y/n...?" he calls as he walks out.

there you were in the kitchen, a cup of uncooked instant ramen in your hands. you both ended up at the grocery store because michael sternly said, 'you're not eating that again.'

michael absent mindedly pushed the cart, looking around till it accidentally bumped into you.

"sorry," he mumbled.

but you knew better, "mihya...nightmare?"

"...yeah."

he told you about it.

there in the grocery store in the oats aisle. you hug him, he buries his face in your hair.

"c'mon," you gently pull away, taking his hand in yours, as both of you walked together with you clinging to his side.

"...can i buy bread rusks?" he asks, already reaching for it.

"why asking me? ofcourse you can take it. you're paying for it anyways."

"i love you."

"i love you too, mihya."

ITOSHI RIN !

sakura auditioned for becoming an actress but thanks to her papa, she didn't. why you may ask? cause sakura was told to cry(as acting obvi.) rin was like—"why does she have to cry? aren't there any other roles—?"

but you shushed him.

however her performance wasn't the best. she was sad :(

but she later got scouted after her show at the school play. she's a child actress/also acts for commercials(rin would never skip her ad T_T)

ISAGI YOICHI !

yoichi would ALWAYS bring it up that his yuki is a math genius.

"yeah the match was tough. but you know what else was tough? my daughter's math exam. she got a 100 by the way."

he would sit in the audience during her math competition and when she would win, he would be like

"that's my daughter!" then sheepishly apologies, knowing he was in public. but if anyone dares to call her a nerd(in a bad way), they would be facing yoichi's wrath.

MICHAEL KAISER !

anne is a prodigy in pottery, origami, sculpturing but her favourite was painting. and her papa? the BIGGEST fan of hers.

the ENTIRE house was her own art museum. (michael would also take her to art museums to get her inspired so cute im crying)

he would carry her, showing her every artist and their art, "see that, anne? think you can do better?"

"ofcourse papa!"

"that's my princess"

and during shopping while you buy important stuff, micahel and anne would go for importanter stuff(if importanter is a word)—brushes, paints, canvas and what not while you stared at them happily.

ITOSHI SAE !

natsuki has been preparing for the piano contest for months only for sae to leave to another country at the last moment.

when she was practicing alone, you could see her shaking, her little fingers couldn't press on the keys fully.

you had to phone call sae because natsuki was so so nervous. she told how she missed her papa to which sae just sternly tells her to stop wasting time then. if she's that nervous then all her hardwork of months would go to waste.

and tho his words were harsh, natsuki knew he was right. she could handle criticism just fine.

she tells how much she misses him and he tells her he misses her more.

during the contest, all of natsuki's hardwork made her win and without a doubt, sae took all the credit for her victory.

ITOSHI RIN !

sakura was so scared. whenever she did commercials, she had her own manager aka her papa always with her. so the school play was nothing right? wrong.

and even tho you were there with her, she couldn't help but feel sad looking at the empty space beside you.

after the rehearsal, sakura immediately ran to you, her little arms hugging your waist.

you quickly took out your phone and called rin. rin asked her what's wrong. if anyone's forcing her. if anyone's criticizing her. if anyone's doubting her acting skills. and who he needs to fight.

but it was sakura who was doubting herself. rin talked to her, promising to be there for her future acts, telling you to make sure to record everything with the expensive camera he bought.

ISAGI YOICHI !

yuki had her math competition coming up but ofcourse her papa had to be away.

the night before the competition, yuki was studying so hard, and when you got her dinner, she dismissed you, focusing on the equations infront of her.

you were left with no choice but call her papa. he was the best, encouraging her cheerfully, "you've got this kid! you've been working so hard. and im proud of you. ma's proud of you! everyone is! but skipping dinner won't do, will it?"

and ofcourse, she listened to her papa. and the next day, she happily jumped into your arms after clearing difficulies like the mathlete she is, urging you to call her papa. and boy he was so so sooooo happy.

MICHAEL KAISER !

anne gripped the painting brush so tightly. she was practicing. her sketch was messier and she accidentally mixed the wrong colours. when she spoke with her papa over phone and ranted about how she thinks her painting looks ugly, he exhaled, making sure to critisize her without making her feel sad.

"practice. got it? you're my little artist, and i know you'd do well."

"but papa—"

"anne." his tone was firm, "you didn't spend your precious time and hardwork to be like this. all i can do is guide you. but you have to stand up on your own feet. your papa isn't always going to be there for you, you hear me?"

stephanian - itoshi rin discovers a new side of you.

he never understood you. yes, he had his stupid quirks but yours were stupider. more mean. more stubborn. more cold. you annoyed him and he annoyed you. that was just how it has been all the damn time.

it's silly how the two of you were again arguing and throwing taunts at each other at your big age(18), getting on each other's nerves when a thud was heard. a little boy no older than 7 had fallen and cried cause he got a boo-boo on his knee.

rin observed you. how your features changed, how your eyes softened as you knelt to the little boy. your voice was so calm and gentle and soft when you tell the little boy that it's alright as you tie his shoelaces.

more mean. more stubborn. more cold.

but rin finds a side of you that cares.

bushian - isagi yoichi can predict you even if it's unexpected.

the first time was when he observed you on the field. he was in class, supposed to pay attention but instead he looked down the window, his focus on you. he knew you'd fall. you did.

as time passed, yoichi learnt you in such a way, you'd say it's magic(it's not. it's just science and he's smart). like the time he knew you'd get cold so he gets everything ready + cuddles and kisses. or when he tells you to take deep breaths when you're overwhelmed so that you don't face anxiety attacks. or when you're on the field again. tripping again.

but this time, he catches you. cause that's just how much he knows and loves you.

mertonian - michael kaiser stumbles into love and knows exactly what he wants.

he wasn’t looking for you. not really. this was pure accident. but he couldn’t just walk away. he just wanted to gift himself a football at the age of 12. he finds you there too. a stranger. you're holding another older kid's hand. perhaps your brother.

a book dropped from your bag. michael picked it up, helping you, "soccer...magazine...?" michael sees.

you look at him, tilting your head, "mhm. it has pictures and stories of many talented players," you say as you observe him. a soccer ball tucked under his arm and overall messy, "you can have it," you offer with a smile.

that night when he looked at at the moon, wishing someone would love him, he pictured you.

"still reading these magazines?" he asks with a smirk now, all grown up with tattoos and dyed hair.

"these remind me of the awkward boy that i met in sports shop," you chuckle, "i didn't even like the sport, i was just accompanying my brother."

michael raises his eyebrow.

"but," you halt him before he could say something smart, "i found something i wasn't looking for."