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I always wonder about Rin And Sae Having a younger sister who's completely in dark about everything that happened between her brothers and none of them bother telling her either so she just assumes they don't get along. Sae is her favorite big brother. Here are some text messages between them.

Part 2

Everyone is so excited to see Kaiser getting animated in season 3 but is it just me or anyone else also think that anime is not gonna do justice to him 😭😭🙏 i mean he's cool in manga but i really don't think he would hit the same in anime. Personally for me who reads blue lock manga (not caught up but still😭🙏) i just can't watch the anime because for blue lock, manga experience is much better. Watching anime after reading manga felt so weird to me every movement felt so cartoonish. I mean some knb like animation would feel good. I just have a bad feeling about the NEL arc getting animated 😭🙏.

Random texts with Nagi, Reo, Chigiri and Rin.

Reo

Nagi

Rin

Chigiri

Part 2 of Kaiser x childhood friend from Kaiser's pov (English aint my first language. I suck at punctuation.)

Part 1 here

I'm still on that swing, applying the bandages that she gave me. Not gonna lie i kinda like this feeling of my wounds getting some sort of treatment. I stare at her empty swing. Then i look at the direction she went into. I think about her. I can't help it. She showed care. I'm like 6 or 7 years old, that's all I need at this age. Well, my dad disagrees. I don't know how long i kept sitting there. I look at little kids my age walking to school with their back packs on their backs, their mom giving them lunch, a kiss on the cheek and asking them to stay safe. Huh. School? Not sure what that is. Among the kids walking to school I see her too. Well... It looks like it's her first day because she's walking alone and looks really nervous. I don't know how long I kept staring into her direction. She just disappeared into the crowd of the students and I just kept staring. Anyway... I must get back to work, Dad must be up and he'd be pretty mad if he finds out I'm not at home.

Well usually I steal the items which are required by dad but today i just hesitantly pick up a chocolate and put it into my bag, I'm actually pretty expert at this kind of stuff so I'm sure no one noticed. Not sure who I stole it for.. Well... Maybe I just want to return someone's favour. While I was at work, I hear a familiar voice, "What are you doing?" I freeze. Did someone see me? Wait this voice is really familiar I just heard it in the morning. I hesitantly look up and find her looking at me with those confused eyes. She's wearing her school uniform that means she stopped by on her way back from the school. Crap. She's going to report me. What do I do? Should I just push her away and run for the exit? No that would cause a scene. Plus, I steal from this store everytime, if i do something like that everyone would know I'm a thief and no one would let me into this store ever again. And father would be real mad, he might even kill me for this. I was calculating the worst possible outcomes when she opend her mouth and said, "Are you stealing? Stealing is bad. You should put these things back." She says. Oh well as long as she doesn't report me it's fine. I'll come here again in the evening and make sure no one notices.

After I put the things back we get out of the store, she bought 2 chocolate bars. One for herself and one for me. "Here" She says as she hands me one of the 2 bars and I look at it with big eyes. Well, I've always wanted to eat this. After all I'm also just a child. I take it from her and say, "THANKS!" Man I'm really desperate. I sort of like being around her, it's like she can keep secrets. I mean yeah sure I was mean to her earlier but that was because I was new to this (I still am) but something about the fact that she didn't report me and took me with her makes me think maybe I can trust her and well... Not sure if she trusts me. We stop in front of her house and she says, "wait here" Before going inside. I kept standing in front of her house for about 20 minutes and then she appeared again with 2 bags in her hands with bread, butter, MILK and all the basic things inside them. "Don't tell my mom I'm giving you this. Also I stealing is bad so no stealing." She says. Well sure I can keep the promise of not telling her mom but the not stealing part? If I do that my father is going to bury me alive. "Thank You!" I say it like I really mean it, well maybe my inner child is coming out around her and maybe I feel safe.

I walk with her to that park we were at in the morning. I set the bags on the bench and then we sat on the swings. "So ah- why do you steal?" She asks. Well that's a question I saw coming. What should I even tell her? Well my dad is an alcoholic and beats me around like a punching bag and this is my only way of survival? Well- what else can I even come up with? So I just let it out... Not sure for how long I kept rambling about how hard everything is and how this place is a hell hole for me but when I looked up to glance at her she was... Crying? "Ahh- I'M SO SORRY THAT'S HAPPENING TO YOU! THAT'S SO MEAN! YOUR DAD IS A VERY BAD PERSON! HE SHOULD GO TO JAIL". She cries as she hugs me tight like I'm very precious to her. I just... Freeze. I don't know what this feeling is and what this warmth is... I've never experienced it before but something tells me this is everything I ever wanted. I just- tears start rolling down my cheeks too. Of course we're children we're very empathetic and emotional. Not sure for how long we stayed like that but when she pulls back she looks at me with those puffy eyes and says "we're friends... No... Best friends from now! If you need anything you come to me always! Because my teacher taught me 'a friend in need is a friend indeed'" I'm not sure what she means by that saying but I like the sound of it. I just smile and nod. She's still sort of crying and keeps telling me how strong I am. She feels very sorry for me I think and feels the need to make me feel better. Well. This feeling is new but it's the only thing I ever wanted in my life.

As the sun sets we part ways, she walks to her house after giving me another hug. Well I'm still not used to receiving this but it's fine. I carry the bags she gave me to home and surprisingly, dad was actually satisfied and tonight I get no beatings. Feels like a dream.

(Felt lowkey corny but okay. Ima write part 3 when I feel like it.)

Tag: @maryj0yy

So first of all. This is cringe. Second. English ain't my first language.

Something i always think about is a childhood friend MICHAEL KAISER had who moved away. I'm a daydreamer so i keep coming up with this story in my head so ima write it.

consider this pt:1 ig..? Ima write it from Kaiser's pov.

Uh. I've seen most creators do this so. Warnings? Words like piece of shit, curses, child abuse etc.

Part 2

"Be quick and don't get caught." Is what my father said to me before he left me at this store to steal things. I'm barefooted, wearing this dirty T shirt I've been wearing for a week. I look at the goods in the store. Then i try to remember what my father asked to bring home. Okay bread... Butter... Some of his drinks... Uh. I can't help but look around, look around and see little kids who are here with their parents. They're asking about something, maybe it's a snack, or a toy. They're asking their parents to get them some and their parents pat their heads snd add that item to the cart. Wow. While this may be normal for some people... For me it feels like something i can't even dream of.. Even in my dreams that man is choking me, or beating me, or calling me a piece of trash, worthless. I was lost in thoughts when a girl, around my age approached me. "Hey! I'm new here! Those are my parents." She says as she points into the direction of her parents. "You looked sad, maybe we can be friends." She says, looking at me with those hopeful eyes. Friend? Don't think I've heard that word before... Don't even know what that means. Anyway, i gotta go. If I'm late my father would give me new bruises. I leave without even giving her an answer. I don't really think about her that much, all I'm worried about is that it's getting late and father would be angry.

"WHERE IS THE MILK? YOU PIECE OF SHIT! HOW CAN YOU FORGET THE DAMN MILK!? HOW THE HELL AM I GOING TO TAKE A DUMP WITHOUT MILK!? FORGET IT AGAIN AND I'LL KILL YOU!" My father yelled as he kicked my face so hard i could have sworn my jaw felt like it broke into millions of pieces. He grabbed the collar of my shirt and shaked my till me teeth rattled. I feel like life is being sucked out from my body. I'm numb. All i can do i look stare at the ceiling and wait for it to be over.

I'm in my room, crying. Tears never stop running down my cheeks. I look for the medicine that i stole once that would stop the pain and that cream i once stole which i apply on my bruises so they would heal. Ah where are they. I look for them with Shaky hands. Oh here they are- ah- they're finished. I cry but keep a hand over my mouth so my voice wouldn't reach down stairs. I don't know when i fell asleep while crying. I just wish i was never born into this world, it has given me nothing.

Early in the morning, even before my dad wakes up, i leave the house for some... Peace? Well my wounds are still fresh and i feel pain in every joint of my body but I'm used to it. At least i don't have to worry about stealing for now. I sit on a swing when i heard a familiar voice "OH MY GOD YOU'RE THAT BOY FROM YESTERDAY!" it's that girl. She's on the swing right beside me and I didn't even notice her at first. I stare at her. "What do you wan-" She cuts me off and doesn't even let me finish the sentence "Oh God! Are you okay? Where did you get these bruises from? Oh God! Should I call the police? Let me check!" She sounds genuinely worried. This is so... Confusing to me. Why is she worried? No one has ever worried about me before... What's her deal? Does she want me to steal things for her as well? I move away from her so she doesn't touch my bruises. "Go away." I say, she's bothering me. She looks at me, confused. I think she's wondering why would i not want to get my bruises checked. I do want to get them checked. God it hurts everywhere. But.. I don't know.. Anyone who tries to show me affection or care even a little bit. Even if it's an elderly woman walking on street or a random ice cream seller, i feel weird. It's not like i don't want affection...it's just... The idea feels weird because it'sforeign. Well... Her facial expression says that the message is clear. She would leave me alone. "Here, take this." She says as she puts a some bandages in my hand and leaves. Oh i know how to apply them, i once stole them from a guy who was leaving the hospital. Well... Whatever works to keep the pain in check.

(Ima write part 2 when i feel like it. Bye.)