kaiser's angel

"ah yes, 'oliver enthusiasts going insane defending their favorite defender'," ren taunts, "and it was all your cocksucking fanboys justifying you cheating."

"watch your mouth," oliver warns.

but perhaps the 21 year old ren was still too immature. he started with the push, not too forceful but enough to make oliver swing at him, "don't fucking touch me."

"don't fucking breathe near me."

just when it was about to get even more violent, the elevator door opened. and there stood you, reva in your arms, an unimpressed look on your face at seeing the two men at each other's throats.

"they fight again, ma," reva says.

it was reva's checkup day. meaning also the day you take reva to the paediatrician you work under. oliver joined. and ren joined too, even when told that he shouldn't skip classes. but ofcourse, he's a supportive uncle so there's no point in arguing with him.

the paediatric ward a normal visit every once or twice a month for reva's checkup. when called in, you picked up reva, oliver got up, and so did ren but you stopped your brother from entering, not wanting any more chaos. cause the two men would start fights everywhere they're together.

so ren stayed out, brooding.

"how's our rockstar?" the doctor asks.

"'m good!" reva chimes.

oliver watches the entire checkup process.

the same doctor who had done reva's checkup four years ago and still does till this day.

when reva was born, when oliver heard it, he booked a flight to japan immediately. missed the first flight. took the next one the other day.

reva was only a day old.

oliver's heart ached when he saw her.

when she was still fragile when she turned one. a little stronger when she turned two. doctor said she was smaller than the other kids, weighed less when she turned three.

"she's doing well," the doctor says now, "she's getting healthier."

ren got up when the three of you walked out, "uncle! doctor said im strong!"

ren smiles, picking her up, "yes you are. stronger than me too," he says, making her let out her adorable baby laugh.

just then you hear—

"noooooo! i don't wanna that! it's bitter"

it was non other than shidou ryusei's younger gremlin: mika. running. yes, running away from a nurse. ryu grabbed her with ease as if she was a kitten.

mika then sees you, reaching for you, "aunt! look! they're forcing me!"

you only smile, walking to her, taking her in your arms.

ryu sighs, "aunt-chan, now only you can convince her."

the nurse tries again but mika hides her face in your shoulder, whining.

"hey mika," you call gently, patting her back, "it's alright. it's bitter but it'll make you strong. ask reva. even she had this. didn't you, reva?"

"yes! doctor said it makes me strong! and! and! uncle ren says im stronger than him too!"

you take the medicine from the nurse. and with your charm, mika sips the medicine, cringing but suddenly flexing, "i...im strong now!"

oliver couldn't help but to smiles at how gentle you are. with reva, with mika, like the genuinely loving paediatric nurse you are.

yoichi was a year older than you, yet became your bodyguard ever since the other kids chased you, wanting to see you smile. cause when one time you accidentally smiled too hard(which you do not do. self conscious things) your bunny teeth were on display. yoichi stood infront of you, defending you from the other kiddos.

yoichi liked soccer more than anything else. it sure was annoying when you followed him initially. it became a routine nonetheless. he's your bodyguard now, remember?

sometimes the bodyguard gets scared too.

lost during field trip, where it was soon getting darker and black clouds collided. he's only a little boy hiding under the playground slide. but you're right beside him, hesitantly holding his hand.

"bunnies stick together."

it wasn't long before the teachers and other kiddos found you two. the teachers were relieved. and the munchkins not old enough to understand the concept of fully knowing feelings and crushes.

oh how time flew.

cause then it was time when you two started getting teased by those munchkins you grew along with.

they called isagi 'usagi' and called you bunny but in english: 'banī'. it's stupid really.

one study session in the empty classroom was difficult for him to concentrate. a year gap between you two, and you still managed to be smarter than him. academically atleast. his mom did request you to tutor him for english.

you pretended that you didn't notice him looking at your lips. maybe he's looking to pronounce the words better. yeah, that made sense.

or is it because he wants to kiss you?

both assumptions wrong.

but you didn't sweat it.

the last minute call from your mother was to get groceries. you were annoyed. less annoyed now that your bodyguard pushed the cart through the aisle for you.

turns out, you didn't have money for the carrot sticks you added.

yoichi looks over at your phone which had the list, "no where it says carrot sticks."

you sigh, "right...it me who wanted it."

so ofcourse yoichi paid with his money to get your bunny self those carrots.

yoichi didn't understand how you could walk ahead happily, cronching on those little carrot sticks.

"you're more of a bunny than me."

he didn't mean it in an offensive way.

but ofcourse you were gonna give him a lecture.

"carrots boost your immune system. they can help with constipation. they can help control diabetes. they can strengthen your bones. EYES! they're good for your eyes!! and—"

it didn't surprise him as you dumped your knowledge on carrots. you were gonna become a nutritionist after all.

meeting each other became difficult day by day.

whenever possible, yoichi would drop you to your uni.

once dropping you off at the gates, your stupid munchkins that grew up to be your bestest of the friends had the audacity to tease when they should be mature.

"look at them~ oh ho~" one teased.

"you know bunnies are sure good at multiplying~" other one wiggled her eyebrows.

"oh no~ they're just bunnies~ always have been~"

the multiplying joke never died.

not even at the highschool reunion that both you and yoichi had to go out for fresh air, cause someone yelled: "don't let them be together! they'll multiply!"

one thing led to the other.

foreheads bumped.

nose bumped.

and yoichi winced when he tasted his own metallic blood on his tongue when he kissed you, "oi! are your bunny teeth really that big or did you do it on purpose?"

you only laughed, covering your mouth like you always did since childhood.

"you did it on purpose..."

he leaned forward, yanking your hands away from your face, and cupped your face.

"open wide, lemme see those bunny teeth i always loved."

he really inspected them as if he was a dentist.

"you know," he started slow, "i used to stare at you when you'd talk, just to get a glimpse on them."

that...that explained why he never really learnt a phrase when you taught him english. he. was. looking. at. your. teeth. BUNNY. TEETH.

"so you didn't gaze on my lips cause you wanted to get better at pronunciation..." you squint your eyes at him, "and you didn't want to kiss me??"

"if it makes you feel better then yes, i wanted to kiss you many times."

he interrupts you before you could counter. the interruption was his mouth on yours.

you didn't bit him this time.

becoming the japan's best team's nutritionist was all thanks to how yoichi begged you. so now you can say...you've become his bodyguard.

ba dum tsssh.

you could never understand why yoichi gave you carrots sticks before he got on one knee. it wasn't deep at all how he thought it would be! but then again, you nodded, quickly gulping before saying yes multiple times.

his proposal?

"wanna be more than just bunnies? marry me, y/n."

the two of you had the bunniest wedding.

where the highschool chaos joined along with some of the blue lock guys.

yoichi couldn't wait to kiss you.

and when he did, it lasted for so long till one of the guys yelled something about multiplying on the spot.

you both part, still laughing.

"bunnies stick together."

"forever."

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—!"