# ROSE ANGEL: an overview 🪽
features: michael kaiser x grace (selfship)
contents: relationship overview, dynamics, etc.
notes: requested by my lovely alice, i'm still sorry for that yukki angst so this is my apology, also this is way longer than i intended it to be sorry i like to yap about my blorbos.
HOW THEY MET
as i have stated before, my blue lock persona is a team manager who is trained in sports medicine (this is because i want to be a doctor irl and will pursue that in college after i graduate high school).
so, naturally, michael and i met through bastard munchen.
at first, i actually hated him because of when he first joined and ended up sending damn near half the team into my clinic when they tried to eat with him. unfortunately, he is a bastard who grows on you like a weed.
when he first started trying to use is psychological tactics (as he did with ness) on me, i called him out on how obvious his manipulation was. as a nerd who very proudly got a 5 on her AP psych exam: he should have known better than thank that bullshit would work on me.
that interaction is really what got me interested in him, like the blip that put him on my radar.
obviously i knew he existed before that, but i didn't really gaf until then. it's what really got me paying attention to him, what made me actually see him.
from then on, i began to see the little things about him: the way he eats every part of his meal (even the things that others normally pick over). the way that he never picks up anything other than wine, how he avoids the drunks when walking through the streets. the way that he subconsciously shields himself from the world, like it would hurt him if ever given the chance.
it wasn't necessarily the healthiest thing, but my interest in him started purely out of curiosity: the desire to break him open just to see what lied beneath his walls. it was an innate need to see what he was hiding.
that all led to a tense relationship between us for a long while. i would push, he would push back. it was a game of tug, to see who would break first. and it ended up being me.
michael had come into the infirmary for a band-aid, just to get ness to stop flipping his shit about the small cut on his shin from another player's cleats accidentally scraping his porcelain skin. he finds me hunched over my desk, files scattered over the mahogany as i scribble down various words. so intensely focused that i do not even perceive his entry nor his advance. in a small journal, he sees me writing a list of what appears to be attributes, before his cerulean gaze slides to the top of the page. 'michael observation logs'. a chuckle slips past his lips, almost incredulous. that sound is what shakes me from my trance as i jolt and whip my head around to stare at him in something akin to how a child looks when they've been caught doing something they shouldn't have been. "you've got that one wrong, it wasn't the old man that left, it was ma."
after that night, something just... changed between us. like a wall was let down.
kaiser clearly didn't trust me as far as he could throw me (which is probably farther than i'd like to admit), but when i pushed, he didn't snap back, there was more of a silent boundary than the loud one that was before.
he took more, like if i were to insult his hair: he'd just hum and quietly run his fingers through the tousled strands to tame it. before, he'd scoff and rush to find something meaner to berate me for.
it was like he had started to care.
HOW THEY LOVE
the time between the softening of kaiser's walls and our relationship was longer than one would think it is. it took a year of that weird dynamic before anything even remotely romantic had happened.
it started with little things: a single blue rose being anonymously delivered to the club house for me every week. wordlessly, kaiser memorized my orders for just about any setting the team went to together and he'd just occasionally show up with food or coffee and leave it on my desk.
i really began to notice it when he'd play. because for the briefest, most imperceptible moment after scoring a goal: his eyes would find mine. as if making sure i was watching.
he doesn't make a real move for a long while, simply because he doesn't think he has to: there was no risk for him. there was no rival lion in his pride.
it wasn't until one day, after a tough game against a rival team that ended up with bastard munchen facing a draw, that something actually pushed him to act.
michael was angry, understandably so. their defensive line had shut down ness in the last fifteen minutes of the game: effectively shutting down the gateway for him to score. in that time, their forward had managed to score a point to tie the game. and after all that, when he looks over as the whistle blows: he's forced to see the opposing team's coach chatting with me like it was nothing. it was his final straw. he ignores ness' words as his lips curl back into a snarl, shoulders squaring as he debates it in his head. but his body moves before his mind finishes. in seconds, his palm is splayed over the small of my back: looming over me from behind with a tight-lipped smile. "our manager is needed by our team, speak to our coach if you have something to say, ja?"
ngl i was giggling and kicking my feet while writing that <3
but it was after that michael actually realized there were other people in the world with eyes. eyes that could be looking at me when he wasn't around. and he knew he had to do something about it.
he doesn't actually ask me out, which kind of pissed me off: but then i realized he probably didn't know how these things go (given his past...)
it was short, an address scribbled in his horrendous penmanship shoved into my hand with just "be ready at seven, dress nice."
how he knew where my apartment was, to this day i still do not know. probably had ness stalk me for him or something... that freak.
after that, we were locked in.
he doesn't truly open up to me for a long time, likely many months later.
it's sudden, all of it comes out in one go, like he was a dam that just finally cracked. he tells me about everything: his father's abuse, his mother's absence, his imprisonment; all without shedding a single tear.
lowkey while he was talking, internally i was that 'i'm cooked' dog meme because lord this man has so much baggage i cannot possible fix all of this.
and that's just it: i cannot fix him, so i will not try to.
for a while, that's enough.
we tiptoe around the big problems in our relationship and indulge in what is good. michael simply does not want to open the pandora's box that is his past to anyone else: which takes therapy out of the equation.
it's good and it's simple for the time i am allowed to have him. he doesn't know how to love or how to be loved, but he does it like breathing.
because when michael kaiser cares about someone, he does it with every fibre of his broken being.
but caring wasn't enough, because any love he has is fated to inevitably end.
HOW THEY END
woohoo big shocker, we do eventually break up. this is written in mainly because i want to see how he plays out in the nel to see how and if we are brought back together.
it all happens in one big blowout fight, where i finally see what his father's anger looks like. he doesn't put his hands on me: i don't believe kaiser is capable of doing what was done to him to someone he truly loves.
but his mouth is venomous, he picks at insecurities i had confided in him so foolishly, some that i didn't even know i had.
it's screaming and things we regret saying on both sides.
and it all ends with me slamming the door of his penthouse with a promise that he will never see me again.
he doesn't take me seriously, he thinks i'll crawl back and beg for his forgivness. he thinks he'll walk into practice and i'll be there waiting with his favorite water bottle.
but it doesn't happen. my office is empty and my name plaque no longer exists on the desk: nor do any of the various trinkets that used to litter the space.
it was like i was never there.
and it sends a panic through him, because this is the second time in his life a woman has up and left him; but, this time, it was actually his fault.
AESTHETICS/VISUALS
jd x veronica from heathers lowkey feels like our trope... guys we were doomed from the start let's be honest.
kaiser and i's relationship is late nights, long drives, and silent care.
if we had a song it would be: matilda (harry styles)
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