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Whatever they were arguing about was stupid, anyway. Inconsequential. He didn't even say anything mean or argument worthy. He just said the truth. Isagi's form was shit. Everything Isagi did was shit. Except for when it wasn't. isagi lit a fire in him that he couldn't ignore and he fucking hated it. No one else made him feel this way. He couldn't decide if it was a good thing or a bad thing. But he knew he didn't like it.
Kaiser isn't sure what possessed him to kiss Isagi. Maybe he just wanted him to shut the fuck up. And for a second it worked. But then, when Isagi grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled him away, he felt panic seep in. What had he just done? Had anyone else noticed?
His eyes went wide, and he froze, not sure how to find the words to respond. He actually kind of felt like he might be sick. But the frantic look in his eyes passed quickly, replaced with his usual smirk.
"Never been kissed before, Yoichi? Not surprised. You seem the type," he snorted. But he worried the damage was already done.