A/N : Thinking about Obsessive Micheal Kaiser as reader’s partner. Only content warning is slightly Yandere-ish behavior.
Obsessive Micheal Kaiser who always has to have his grubby little hands on you at all times. You could be typing up an important paper and he would be sitting besides you with a hand on your thigh or around your shoulder.
Obsessive Micheal Kaiser who always yaps your ear off. The moment he realizes that you care for him he thinks he has to keep you interested to make you stay.
Obsessive Micheal Kaiser who doesn’t notice just how much he allows himself to be vulnerable around you. You’re the only person he lets see him be happy or smile and he just can’t lose you!
Obsessive Micheal Kaiser who is so insecure to the point of tracking you everywhere you (or just following you around like a lost puppy). It’s not the he doesn’t trust you, in fact he trusts you more than anyone. But what if you realize what a pathetic disgrace of a person he is? What if you meet someone better?!
Obsessive Micheal Kaiser who can’t stand to see you mad or annoyed at him. He knows he acts like a piece of shit most of the time, but he doesn’t want to lose you. Micheal always overthinks everything and imagines the worst scenarios when you’re mad at him. What if you’re fed up with him? What if you hate him? What if you already found someone better?
Obsessive Micheal Kaiser who does his best to change for you. He truly thinks your the only one who ever has loved him and he feels like he doesn’t deserve that love. He will do anything in his power to make you never want to leave.
Obsessive Micheal Kaiser who acts considerably more softer when he’s around you. He WILL deny it if you ask him about it though.
Obsessive Micheal Kaiser who does his best to cut you off from all your friends. In his opinion they are all just trying to distractions you. Why would you even need friends if you have him, is he not enough for you?
Obsessive Micheal Kaiser who believes he has to always shower you with all the affection and love he has because you are all he has. You’re like a plant he can’t stop watering because he’s scared it’ll die. He just can’t seem to lay his eyes off of you for even a second.
Obsessive Micheal Kaiser who might end up scaring you away with his possessive behavior. He has only loved one person before and he can’t process the thought of you loving anyone besides him. He gets easily overwhelmed or jealous even with your family.
btw this is a human hugo incase ppl think he is a robot from the title.
The afternoon sun shone mercilessly down on the French national team’s training grounds. La canicule, as the French called the intense heatwave, had driven the players off the pitch. They retreated to the changing rooms or huddled under the covered benches, desperate to shield themselves from the sun's scorching arrows.
Yet, despite the heat, the atmosphere near the benches felt entirely frozen.
The infamous French trio had taken cover under the shade. Charles whined dramatically about the weather, while Julian sat in silence, entirely focused on trying to fix his broken fan.
Hugo stood perfectly still, his large frame casting a long shadow over the other two. In his hands, a towel with the teams signature logo and his usual blank book was held open, but for the first time, his eyes weren’t fixed on the empty white pages.
They were locked on you. And the stranger next to you.
"Everyone, listen up for a second!" You called out, clapping your hands to gather the players.
Julian jogged over first, dropping his fan and wiping sweat from his forehead with a polite, easygoing smile. Charles Chevalier sauntered behind him, dragging his cleats and looking thoroughly bored and tired, until he noticed the person standing right next to you.
"I wanted to introduce you to someone." You said, your voice bright, a soft smile playing on your lips as you reached out and wrapped your hands around your boyfriend’s arm. "This is my boyfriend. He’s going to be helping out with some of the logistics and media scheduling for the U-20 Cup."
"Hello! Nice to meet you boys." Your boyfriend offered, giving a friendly wave.
Loki stepped forward, ever the professional, offering a warm handshake. "Welcome. Any help with the media circus is deeply appreciated."
"Pfft, looks like a total amateur." Charles muttered, leaning back with his hands behind his head. His sharp, chaotic eyes flicked instantly from your boyfriend straight to Hugo. Charles knew of his friend's crush and fixation on you, because of course Hugo would always-almost daily flaunt the fact that the two of you were bounde together by destiny's golden threads, and that you are his destined future.
A wicked, bratty grin began to spread across Charles’s face. He could feel the sudden, suffocating pressure radiating from the midfielder.
The rest of the players welcomed the new addition to the staff like any normal person would, but Hugo didn't move. He didn't blink. To anyone else, he looked exactly like he always did: stoic, logical, and entirely unbothered, almost robotic. But internally, a critical system error message was flashing through his mind in bright warning red.
A boyfriend.
It didn't make logical sense. Months ago, before the chaos of the U-20 World Cup preparation had fully consumed the team, he had met you. It had been a brief, quiet encounter in the facility's library, but the moment your eyes had met his, something had shifted in Hugo’s meticulously ordered universe. He didn't believe in chaotic anomalies; he believed in aptitude. In destiny. He had categorized you instantly as his definitive future.
The moment you handed him his blank book back -which he purposely left on the stands- he could hear the distant chime of wedding bells ringing through Paris. When you asked on his opnion about a strategic decision, he could only think about your wedding plans. When you playfully hit him on the shoulder after a win for the team, he could already envision your smile to the everyday bouquet of flowers he would bring you.
The universe had written it down.
And yet, here you were, smiling a smile he had never seen before, one so beautiful…and it was directed at someone else.
Hugo’s Metavision, usually reserved for dismantling defensive lines on the pitch, focused on the man standing beside you, analiyzing him, and exposing his flaws.
[Target: Male]
[Posture: Slouched / Shrimp-like]
[Aptitude to manage elite egoists: 0.00%]
[Destiny Compatibility with Manager: -999.99%]
This boyfriend was a glitch in his matrix, an anomaly, a virus that must be eradicated with anti-virus programs.
"Hugo?" You called out gently, noticing his intense silence. "Are you alright? Would you like some water?"
Hugo slowly closed his blank book with a soft, decisive thud. He stepped forward, his massive body instantly dwarfing the space between you. He looked down at you then at your boyfriend.
[Height: trois pommes]
"I am perfectly fine, my manager." Hugo said, his voice calm, s complete opposite of the storm raging in his mind.
My manager? Are these two close? The poor boyfriend thought, thrown off by the phrasing.
He wiped his forehead with his towel that no one noticed Hugo has already secretly embroidered your initials next to his on the corner of it in perfect, neat stitching. He gave a polite, stiff nod to your boyfriend. "Welcome to the team. I trust you will not get in the way of our destiny."
"Our!... training." Loki quickly corrected with a nervous laugh, subtly jabbing Hugo in the ribs with his elbow, though Hugo didn't budge an inch.
As you led your boyfriend away to meet the coach and show him the other staff, Charles immediately burst out laughing, jogging up to slide into Hugo’s field of vision.
"Wow, Vivi! Your absolute future looks a little crowded today, huh? Want me to pass you the ball so you can kick it in his ass?"
Hugo didn't answer. He just gripped his blank book a little tighter, his eyes tracking the way your hand stayed securely in another man's.
"No need for unesesary trouble. He's just A temporary, useless addition to the plot." Hugo responded, his philosophical certainty hardening into something fierce and unyielding. "This is a simple error in the timeline, so there's no need to fear. I will simply have to guide her back to the correct path."
Loki just sighed and rubbed his temples, already tired of Hugo’s destiny shit. "You're sounding like a yandere, Vivi..." Loki muttered, his voice dripping with exhaustion.
Hugo didn't even look at him. "I am merely stating a universal law, Master Loki." He was still eyeing the couple. "She's only taking a small detour before realizing her true destiny."
Reo Mikage and the way his love language is pure devotion. Handing you his credit card without a second thought, not to show off, but because providing for you and spoiling you with the absolute best of everything is as natural as breathing.
Reo Mikage and the way he craves to be your ultimate priority. He doesn’t just want to love you, he wants to be the only one who fulfills your needs, getting a possessive thrill whenever you rely on him instead of anyone else.
Reo Mikage and the way he buys you gifts not just for special occasions, but simply because. Flooding your room with designer clothes or jewelry and things he thought looked pretty on you, completely indifferent to the cost because seeing your face light up is the only thing he cares about.
Reo Mikage and the way he absolutely refuses to let you lift a finger when you’re together. Taking your bag the second he sees you, pouring your drinks, and opening every door for you, looking deeply offended if you even attempt to do a chore because taking care of you is his privilege.
Reo Mikage and the way his polite demeanor vanishes the second you give someone else your attention. Glaring at anyone who talks to you for too long, before smoothly interrupting, wrapping his arm around your waist with a sharp smile.
Reo Mikage and the way he completely adapts his busy schedule around your life. Leaving practice early the moment you text him that you miss him, proving to you over and over again that you hold absolute power over him.
Reo Mikage and the way he uses his endless resources just to make your day slightly more convenient. Having your lunch order delivered to your desk or sending a car to pick you up when it rains, acting like it’s absolutely nothing since ensuring your comfort is his top priority.
Reo Mikage and the way he needs your physical validation above all else. Leaning down so you can fix his hair before a match, his eyes locked onto yours, begging for a kiss for good luck, refusing to leave until he gets it.
Reo Mikage and the way he holds your hand under the table during a formal dinner party. His fingers gently stroking the back of your hand, drawing circles against your skin as he carries the conversation.
Reo Mikage and the way he hides his face in your neck when he is sleepy. Nuzzling his nose against your collarbone, letting out a tiny, content sigh that vibrates against your skin as he falls asleep.
Reo Mikage and the way he smiles against your lips when you kiss him unexpectedly. A soft breathless laugh escaping him mid-kiss, his hands instantly rushing to cup your face so gently, as if you’re the most delicate thing he’s ever been allowed to hold.
Reo Mikage and the way he uses his favorite hair ties as a silent promise. Intentionally leaving them on your wrist or your nightstand, smiling softly when he sees you wearing them because you carry a piece of him around.
isagi starts every interview completely normal. you're thinking, wow. he's actually really good at this. then the interviewer asks, "how did you know where the ball would go?" and he accidentally spends three uninterrupted minutes psychoanalyzing every player on the pitch like he's reading their browser history.
"well, the center-back has a habit of shifting his weight 0.4 seconds early whenever he's under pressure, the goalkeeper favors his right knee because of an injury from two years ago, and my teammate looked scared so i knew he'd panic-pass–"
the reporter is blinking. the translator is sweating. his coach off-camera is making the universal wrap it up motion.
someone asks him if he considers another rookie striker his rival. isagi smiles so sweetly everyone expects a respectful answer. "no. he's kind of just there."
the clip gets 20 million views overnight because the other striker was standing six feet away doing his own interview, but he heard isagi loud and clear (shown by his very expressive side eye).
during a live broadcast, the interviewer asks, "who's the hardest defender you've faced?"
isagi answers immediately. "oh, definitely him." he points directly at the player walking behind the camera. the defender hears his name, smiles proudly... before isagi continues, "because he's impossible to predict. everyone else is pretty easy after 20 minutes." the poor defender doesn't know whether that was a compliment or a violation.
they ask him for a message to his growing fanbase. he gets nervous and blurts, "please don't argue with people online because of me." the interviewer laughs. isagi doesn't. "seriously. i can see you guys doing it."
cut to twitter immediately arguing over that clip.
itoshi rin
every interviewer quickly realizes asking rin open-ended questions is a mistake.
"how does it feel to score your first professional hat trick?" "... fine." "can you elaborate?" "... i scored three."
a reporter asks him if he'd like to thank anyone after his man of the match performance. rin thinks for a full 10 seconds. "... no."
the interview ends four questions early because nobody knows where to go from there.
sponsors desperately want a marketable superstar, so they coach him beforehand.
"smile."
"okay."
"try to sound warmer."
"okay."
"maybe thank the fans."
"okay."
the camera rolls.
"thank you... i guess."
bro, that's less warm.
one interviewer jokingly asks, "any weaknesses?”
rin answers, "interviews."
the entire press room bursts into laughter. rin wasn't joking.
itoshi sae
sae somehow gives the impression that he's media-trained because he always looks composed. he's not. he's just naturally expressionless.
a reporter asks, "how important was teamwork today?"
someone asks him if he gets nervous before big matches.
"no."
"never?"
"traffic is annoying."
that becomes one of those random athlete quotes that gets edited over meme music for absolutely no reason.
they ask him what he thinks about becoming one of the league's newest stars.
“people say that."
"well, do YOU think that?"
"not really."
his club's social media admin nearly throws their laptop because they'd already drafted three "our rising superstar ⭐" posts.
the funny thing is reporters slowly adapt to him. by the end of the season, interviews sound like hostage negotiations.
"one-word answers are okay."
"good."
"excellent! that's progress."
nagi seishiro
nagi forgets interviews exist until someone shoves a microphone in his face and says, "congratulations on the win."
"oh… thanks."
they ask him what was going through his mind when he scored an unbelievable volley.
"dinner."
"... excuse me?"
"i didn’t have lunch."
the clip hits 15 million likes because everyone believes him.
one interviewer asks him to describe himself in three words.
"sleepy. hungry. done."
the interviewer starts laughing so hard they accidentally end the segment early.
he constantly answers rhetorical questions.
"i guess dreams really do come true, huh?"
"yeah…”
"what?"
"dreams… they come true."
the club eventually starts assigning reo to stand just off-camera because whenever nagi starts drifting into outer space mid-answer, reo silently points toward the next reporter.
mikage reo
reo walks into interviews with CEO confidence and absolutely zero filter. reporters love him because he'll answer anything. PR managers hate him because he'll answer anything.
someone casually asks what convinced him to join his club.
"money wasn't really important."
his agent nods proudly.
"i mean i already have enough."
his agent physically leaves the interview frame.
an interviewer asks if he gets competitive.
reo nods enthusiastically. "absolutely."
"with who?"
"everyone."
"everyone?"
"even the GPS. if it says i'll get there at 4:32, i'm getting there at 4:31 or earlier."
they ask him who spends the most time getting ready before matches.
he answers: "nagi."
nagi, walking behind him with bedhead and one untied shoe, goes "huh?”
his biggest crime is accidentally revealing behind-the-scenes information.
"coach gave a really inspiring speech before kickoff."
the reporter is like "really? what did he say?"
reo, without thinking, answers, “he said if we lost he'd shave someone's eyebrows."
the club has to cut to commercial.
by his second season, every interview starts with a PR representative whispering, "remember... some things stay in the locker room."
reo smiles confidently. "of course."
five minutes later: "so anyway, here's what happened on the team bus..."
bachira meguru
bachira is every media manager's favorite person... until the interview actually starts. he walks in smiling, waving at every camera, complimenting the interviewer's shoes, and everyone thinks, finally, someone charismatic.
five minutes later, he's somehow talking about how defenders "taste different."
"... what?"
"like... some taste like spicy ramen. some taste like stale bread."
"taste…?"
"yeah."
nobody asks him to elaborate because they're honestly scared of the answer.
he's the king of answering questions that were never asked. "what was the key to today's win?"
"one time, i got chased by a goose."
"sorry?"
"i think that's why i'm so good at dribbling."
people believe him.
he has absolutely no concept of inside thoughts.
"your chemistry with your striker seems incredible."
"yeah! he looked constipated during warmups so i knew he'd have a good game."
the camera cuts to said teammate looking absolutely betrayed.
every interview somehow ends with the interviewer laughing instead of getting the answer they originally wanted.
shidou ryusei (suggestive content… 😔)
the league has to implement a five-second broadcast delay specifically because of shidou.
every single interview begins with a PR manager saying, "please... just answer normally."
"got it."
30 seconds later: "that bicycle kick made me feel like i was ‘bout to finish all over the field, dude! i thought my soul left my body for a second!”
"... we'll... use that."
reporters try to ask him the safest questions imaginable. "how did you celebrate after scoring?"
"i unloaded the trailer cuh."
"... pardon?"
"my toilet saw the chocolate gates."
one interviewer asks what motivates him.
"violence."
complete silence.
"... on the pitch!" he laughs.
the clip ends before he can clarify.
after one particularly chaotic interview, a veteran reporter is heard whispering into the mic, "i need a drink…”
karasu tabito
karasu thinks interviews are funny because reporters always ask questions they already know the answer to.
"did you expect to win today?"
"would've been weird if i expected to lose."
he accidentally develops a reputation for roasting reporters without actually meaning to.
"how did you deal with their press?"
"same way i'm dealin’ with these questions."
"... how's that?"
"patiently."
one interviewer asks him for his biggest weakness.
"answerin’ stupid questions."
"... are you talking about soccer?"
"i am now."
he has the most disrespectful habit of looking directly into the camera like he's on the office every time someone asks something ridiculous.
"do you think scoring goals is important?"
karasu just stares into the lens. "... nah, not really."
fans love him because every interview feels less like a press conference and more like watching someone argue with customer service.
kaiser michael
kaiser is somehow both the easiest and hardest player to interview. he speaks clearly, sits with perfect posture, and always looks like he's in complete control... until you realize he's answering every question like he's trying to entertain himself instead of the audience.
one reporter asks, "what makes you different from other strikers?"
kaiser smiles politely. "i score more."
"... anything else?"
"that was the important part."
sponsors beg him to sound more humble, like "remember, acknowledge your teammates."
kaiser responds with, "of course."
camera rolls.
"my teammates did an excellent job creating chances."
everyone in the room smiles.
"it would've been a shame if i wasted them."
the smiles disappear immediately.
an interviewer asks if he ever feels pressure living up to expectations.
"uh, why would i?"
"because millions of people are watching you."
"then they should enjoy the show."
the clip gets turned into every football edit imaginable.
he has a habit of accidentally making everything sound like a challenge.
"any message for the defenders you'll be facing next week?"
"rest well."
"because?"
"you'll need it."
the opposing club's social media account reposts the clip with 17 question marks.
ness alexis
ness is trying so hard to sound professional. emphasis on trying.
his very first interview starts just fine actually.
"we're all working incredibly hard, and i'm grateful to be here–"
"what makes kaiser such a dangerous player?"
his brain disconnects from PR mode so fast.
"have you SEEN him?"
"yes–”
"he's amazing."
“right–”
"like... genuinely unbelievable."
somewhere off-camera, the media manager slowly lowers their head into their hands.
reporters quickly discover that asking him about literally anyone else gets a normal answer. but asking him about kaiser turns him into the president of the fan club.
someone asks him to describe kaiser in one word.
"one?" he pouts.
"yes."
"... that's impossible."
during one interview, he accidentally says, "sometimes i forget cameras are recording."
the interviewer laughs.
"wait… they're recording now?"
the panic on his face becomes one of the league's most-used reaction memes.
by the end of his rookie season, interviewers intentionally sneak one kaiser question into every interview because watching ness completely abandon professionalism halfway through has become must-see television. every single time he catches himself halfway into another speech–
"he's just so incredi–" deep breath. "he's... a valuable teammate."
જ⁀➴ The King cries for the first time as you walk toward him at the altar ♡
˚₊‧꒰ა "You nervous?" BAROU SHOEI didn't even spare Isagi a glance. He stood before the mirror, fingers smoothing the front of his tie for what had to be the sixth time.
"I'm deciding whether I should throw you out before the ceremony."
"That's a yes."
"You've been saying that to everyone who's walked in here. Just admit it."
Barou finally looked over.
"The only thing I'm admitting is that you're getting on my nerves."
Someone let out an amused laugh. Bachira appeared in the doorway, resting his shoulder against the frame with a grin that looked impossible to wipe off.
"I've never seen Barou check a mirror this much."
"I've never seen him blink this much," Chigiri chimed in.
Aiku folded his arms, watching the scene with obvious amusement.
"I've never seen him willingly let someone else be the center of attention. Historic day."
"Tch."
Barou ignored them all and adjusted the cuff of his sleeve with practiced precision.
"My suit has to be perfect."
"Your suit already is perfect," Isagi said.
"And my shoes."
"They're polished enough that I can see myself in them. Trust me, you're not finding anything else to fix."
Barou shot him Aiku a flat look.
"Then stop looking at them."
A lazy yawn echoed from the couch. Nagi hadn't moved since he'd sat down twenty minutes ago.
"He's been cleaning imaginary dust off himself for ten minutes."
"I'm making sure everything is in order."
"Uh-huh." Nagi stretched his arms over his head. "You keep saying that, but you've been fixing things that aren't even messed up."
For a moment, no one said a word. Bachira was the first to crack, doubling over with laughter. The rest quickly followed, and soon the room was filled with voices and snorts. Even Isagi had to rub at his eyes.
"You know," Chigiri said, "this is weirdly reassuring."
"What does that supposed to mean?"
"You've always acted like you're untouchable," Chigiri said. "It's nice knowing there's at least one thing that can shake you."
"It isn't shaking me."
"Of course it isn't," Isagi replied, trying not to laugh.
Aiku chuckled.
"That's the Barou we know."
Before another joke could make its way around the room, the wedding coordinator stepped inside.
"It's time."
The laughter faded into a comfortable silence. Barou straightened his jacket one last time. As the others walked past, they each gave him a pat on the shoulder, their grins softer than before. The teasing had run its course. This was the moment they'd all been waiting for.
Isagi lingered by the doorway a second longer than everyone else. He flashed Barou a familiar grin.
"Don't cry."
Barou gave him an unimpressed look.
"As if."
The music faded into the background as Barou took his place at the altar. He barely noticed the guests rising from their seats or the sea of white flowers decorating the aisle. His attention stayed fixed on the doors until they slowly opened.
Then he saw you.
For the first time that day, his mind went completely blank.
You looked at him with a smile he'd seen countless times before, yet somehow it felt entirely new. It wasn't the polite smile you'd worn while greeting guests or posing for photographs. It was the quiet one reserved for him alone, the one that had always managed to disarm him no matter how much he'd deny it.
As you began walking toward him, memories came flooding back without warning. Late nights when he returned from training to find you still waiting for him. Mornings spent sharing breakfast before he left the house. The familiar feeling of your hands fixing his collar whenever he forgot, followed by that tiny smile that always said, What would you do without me?
You had seen every side of him. His pride, his stubbornness, his impossible standards, the parts of himself that pushed everyone else away.
You had never once asked him to change. Instead, you stayed beside him through every victory, every setback, and every version of the man he was still becoming.
Barou had spent most of his life believing that a king stood alone. Yet as you walked toward him with that same unwavering smile, all he could think was that, somehow, you had chosen him. And you kept choosing him, every single day.
His vision slowly blurred. And the tightness in his chest only grew stronger as you drew closer, and before he even realized what was happening, a tear rolled down his cheek.
"...No way," Bachira whispered from the front row.
Chigiri stared, his hand instinctively covering his mouth.
"Is he actually..."
"No," Isagi answered without looking away. "There's no chance he'd cry before the ceremony even starts."
By the time you reached him, his eyes were already red, the tears refusing to stop no matter how many times he blinked them away. You looked up at him with a gentle smile, completely unbothered by the tears staining his cheeks.
"They're all staring at you," you whispered, your voice soft enough that only he could hear. "You're giving them exactly what they wanted."
Barou let out a quiet, uneven breath.
"I know."
"They're going to tease you about this for the rest of your life."
"I know."
"And I guarantee Isagi is already thinking about how he's going to bring this up tomorrow."
"I know."
You couldn't help but laugh. Even now, with tears in his eyes, Barou still looked at you with that same unwavering devotion.
"You can cry all you want," you whispered. "You're still the coolest man I've ever known."
That was all it took.
Barou let out a quiet, breathless laugh, shaking his head as fresh tears slipped down his cheeks. He had no idea he was even capable of crying like this, let alone in front of half the people he'd spent years trying to intimidate.
From the front row, Isagi pressed a hand over his mouth, doing a terrible job of hiding his grin.
"I can't believe this," he whispered. "Barou actually cried."
Bachira was already fumbling for his phone.
"Oh, I'm never letting him forget this."
"You'd better not," Chigiri muttered, though he was smiling just as much.
Aiku watched the two of you at the altar before letting out a quiet laugh of his own.
"I honestly thought I'd see pigs fly before I saw Barou cry."
"Yeah! Our king finally lost."
Aiku shook his head.
"No." His smile softened as he watched Barou look at you with an expression none of them had ever seen before. "I don't think he lost anything."
He looked back at the altar.
"I think he finally found someone he was willing to put before himself."
Barou had never cared what anyone thought of him, whether it was on the field or off it. If his teammates wanted to laugh at him for crying on his wedding day, they were free to do it. He knew they would never let him forget it.
For years, he'd chased the title of king, convinced that standing above everyone else was the only way to live. Now, standing at the end of that aisle, he finally understood.
There was no throne in the world that could compare to coming home to you.
