kaiser's angel

their papas put them into the same school growing up. all the boys and girls would approach them every time even if they weren't into soccer. they would meet each other during lunch breaks, accompanied by their friends. they sure were popular yet humble about it.

but later as they grew, they changed school as per their talent and which school would suit them the best.

truely were sad but they text each other everyday. acting, piano, jpop/kpop, gossips, boys(ahem kai ahem hiro ahem.)

the first person they tell their secrets to is each other. from sorrows to the happiest things as they do each other's hair, makeup, apply nail polish etc.

"you know, i learnt a new song to play!"

"really? i wanna hear it!"

they have a pretty healthy relationship with their uncles too. sae would ruffle sakura's hair telling her that she's growing up too fast. rin would bring snacks for the both of them, telling natsuki how her piano performance was so good.

they hold a special place in their hearts for their obaachan and ojiichan! sleepovers at grandparents' house were the best things! they would stay up late, giggling and would sleep till noon the next day.

and ofcourse, like every siblings, they had fights where they would pull each others hair and their mothers had to step in. after a while, they would hug each other, crying, saying how much they miss each other and how they're sorry. natsuki being the older one, would tease sakura, telling her to stop crying even tho she was crying herself, "promise me natsu—never scold me," sakura sniffles.

ITOSHI RIN !

oh how sakura was so excited, in your arms, waving with both hands with a smile on her face when her papa jogged towards where you and sakura were.

and then that smile was gone when the cameras flashed flashed flashed.

she rubbed her eyes, hiding her face in your shoulder.

rin being the most overprotective of them all...glared and literally uttered out words that seemed like threats but really were not. he could have used those threats, yes. but there's his babygirl there so he doesn't.

honestly, the camera people don't learn. rin had to reluctantly move to them as with that papa glare™️, "match is over. enough pictures of me are taken, now get lost."

rin then walked back to sakura, taking her in his arms cause she's there and it's mandatory. he turns to you, asking if you're alright.

"im alright. but the 'get lost'... too much no? it will make a headline," you chuckle, knowing rin won't care. that's not his first 'itoshi rin being rude' moment.

ISAGI YOICHI !

after yoichi was done being tackled by his teammates after he scored and won, his eyes fell where you and yuki were.

yuki's smile got so wide after her papa noticed her, that made his heart melt. he zooms over. leaning over to cup yuki's cheeks, "saw me kiddo? see us win?"

"three goal," yuki says, holding up three fingers. he melts!

you chuckle, "you did good there," you smile as he leans over to peck yuki's cheek, then yours.

just then the cameras clicked clicked clicked. yoichi already knew the headlines would include some sappy shit like 'soccer star isagi yoichi celebration with family after winning' or even more cringe shit.

yuki covered her eyes, yoichi turned to the cameras, "guys, please..." nope. the cameras don't listen. to save the day, there's a shark, a bumblebee and a sadist to the rescue as the three avert the cameras away from the happy isagi family.

MICHAEL KAISER !

as the team wins, michael briefly daps the teammates before looking over to where you and anne are. he smirks, wiping his sweat as he steps towards you.

anne wiggles out of your hold to zoom to her papa...and then there's michael's clown friends that try to get anne to them.

anne runs back to you.

michael smugly tells them that the daughter is his. and that flops ain't really appreciate. the teammates still try with all the 'little anne~' and 'princess anne~', anne hides behind your legs.

michael chuckles, "skill issue."

"...you're literally her father."

michael crouches, arms open and just when anne was about to run to her papa, the cameras flashed. anne flinches. you flinch. michael goes dead silent.

the teammates hurry to tell the camera people to back off before they face michael kaiser's wrath. but kaiser gets up and steps forward.

you wanted to interrupt. michael could've grabbed that person's collar and what not. he doesn't. he smirks instead.

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.