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Isagi had no idea why there were two Kaisers.

He’d taken a step back as if he’d been burned when he walked into the Germany Stratum’s cafeteria for a very late dinner only to see a taller, more buff Kaiser with a sleazy grin on his face across the table from a seething, normal Kaiser. It looked like an adult Kaiser, body more chiseled and posture more easygoing.

Ness was seated nervously beside the normal Kaiser, looking back and forth between both blondes nervously, as if he was unsure as to what was about to happen. The midfielder’s hands trembled a bit at the stormy expression on the younger Kaiser’s face. The three of them the only other people in the room besides Isagi.

“I’ve been wanting to see you, little Yoichi,” The older Kaiser chirped in Japanese , suddenly turning to where Isagi stood looking confused in the doorway, waving the boy in question over and ignoring Isagi’s stunned expression.

Isagi opened his mouth to ask what the hell was going on before the older Kaiser pulled him down to sit beside him, grabbing Isagi’s chin in a disturbingly familiar manner.

“You’ll call me Michael, okay?” The older Kaiser— Michael — purred, looking into Isagi’s eyes with a smirk.

“What the hell,” Isagi hissed pulling away. He turned to look at Kaiser, a disturbed look on his face. “Are you so infatuated with yourself that you made a clone ?”

Michael wrapped an arm around Isagi’s shoulders before he could leave the table. He murmured low in Isagi’s ear, his warm breath ghosting over his ear.

“Don’t be like that, Yoichi,” Michael cooed in fluent Japanese. “Clearly I’m a better version of that little boy across from us, wouldn’t you agree?”

Isagi jolted, feeling his face go embarrassingly red as he tried to scoot away from the man. “Fuck off!”

“I don’t think I will…” Michael wrapped an arm around Yoichi’s waist. “My, my, Yoichi. You’re nearly falling off of the bench. Perhaps my lap will be a better seat—”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Kaiser hissed from across the table. The younger German had put his translating earbuds in his ears mid-conversation, face a bit flushed as it twisted into a disgusted expression. “Don’t say weird shit like that while wearing my face.”

“Mm,” Michael rested his head on Isagi’s smugly. “Technically, you have my face.”

“Can you fucking stop,” Isagi scowls, embarrassed.

Isagi manages to squirm out of Michael’s grasp, rushing out of the room. He hides away in the viewing room, face red as he tries to clear his thoughts of the man.

Everything’s moving too fast. Isagi’s still not entirely convinced he’s not dreaming, but then again, he would never dream of the rat-tailed bastard.

…Right?

Isagi paces around for a bit in the room, confusion washing over him. He’s flustered, yes. But why? Kaiser’s weird comments had never gotten to him before. Maybe because this new Kaiser, Michael, made weird, flirty comments.

Michael was flirting with him. At the very least, teasing him.

Isagi needed to take his mind off of it.

He sits on the ground a bit quickly, putting on the second selection’s 4v4 against Rin, trying to force his brain into thinking of a time when his life wasn’t filled with foreigners trying to piss him off both on and off the field.

“Impressive,” a painstakingly familiar voice calls from the entrance of the hall. “That back heel shot was amazing.”

Isagi yelped as he was picked up from his seat, being dragged down to sit on the ground next to Michael. He looked up at the man, brows furrowed and prepared to hit the man if he did or said anything weird.

He wasn’t prepared for the soft smile on the man’s lips. “You stumped him there. Replay that, look at mini-Itoshi’s expression.”

Isagi’s jaw dropped, snapping out of his shock to do as Michael asked. His face felt uncomfortably hot, his cheeks flushing a pretty shade of red. He shoots up from where he’s sitting, about to flee once more when he hears Michael get up and give chase.

Michael stops him right by the door, his thumb brushing gently onto Yoichi’s bottom lip. The older man pulls his hand away, having tamed Isagi for the moment.

“Don’t leave, Yoichi…” Michael purrs his name in a perfect Japanese accent, and Isagi can’t help the blush that makes its way across his cheeks. The older blonde chuckles, caressing the Japanese boy’s cheek so tenderly that Isagi’s knees nearly give out from under him. “I didn’t mean to seem taunting. I really do admire you, you know?”

Yoichi wanted to bolt, to run back to his dorm and hide under the covers, to just sleep everything off. But he stayed, looking up at Michael, visibly stunned and embarrassed.

“Oh, dear,” Michael chuckles so low, so soft. “Was it always this easy? Praise you a little, and I could see that pretty little look on your face?”

Yoichi looks down, unable to retort. Michael brushes Isagi’s bangs from his face, Isagi squeezing his eyes shut as the man tilts his head up by the chin.

“My dearest,” Michael whispers. “Look at me.”

Isagi feels his breath hitch. “I…”

“Look at me, Yoichi,” the blonde repeats. “…My Yocchan .”

Yoichi’s heart skips a bit as he opens his eyes, a small whimper escaping his lips as he sees Michael’s gentle, adoring expression. The man brushes his bangs from his face, and Yoichi opens his mouth to speak.

“Falling for me?” Kaiser snarked from the side of the room. “How disgusting, Yoichi. I had no clue you were into older men.”

It snapped Yoichi from his swooning, melty state. Ness was next to a sneering Kaiser, quiet as ever.

“Mini-me,” Michael sighs, annoyed. “Don’t talk to my Yoichi like that.”

“He’s not yours,” Kaiser shoots back. “And the clown can take it. He’s annoying like that.”

“He’s impressive like that,” Michael corrects, before tracing his fingers down Yoichi’s back. “So very impressive. You truly amaze me, Yoichi.”

Isagi can’t do anything but look down and not say a word. He wanted to melt at the sound of this man’s kind voice, the genuine praise driving Isagi crazy.

“Stop flirting with him!” Kaiser shouted, storming into the room.

Ness quietly closed the door behind them, standing behind and observing.

“I’m not flirting. I’m playing around,” Michael scoffed, stepping forward and ruffling Isagi’s hair, pushing back his bangs for a moment. “Listen, little me. I’ll only say it once.”

Isagi nearly jumps out of reflex as Michael presses his lips to Isagi’s forehead. Isagi’s eyes nervously look up, quickly darting away at the adoring look in Michael’s eyes. Kaiser stalks forward angrily, fists clenched and so tense that no one even notices the door open behind him.

“This Yoichi is merely a little bud,” Michael spoke, his thumb moving to trace Yoichi’s cheek. “Still small, still squishy and young. He’s not bloomed, yet. But with enough water and sunlight— motivation and attention in this case…”

Isagi took a step back, the man taking one forward and trapping him in a one-armed embrace.

“He’ll grow into a beautiful blue rose,” Michael purred, resting his head on top of Isagi’s.

It was silent. Kaiser took a moment to process his older counterpart’s words.

“I… I gotta go,” lsagi embarrassingly stuttered, cringing at himself.

“Nope,” Michael grinned, pulling the boy even closer. “Doesn’t my cute little Yoichi want to spend some more time with his future husband?”

Isagi and Kaiser’s eyes both go wide, looking at Michael in shock.

“Mihya,” a calm voice says from the doorway. “Stop teasing me. It’s painful to watch, you know?”

Ness jolted from where he was standing by the door, everyone in the room turning to see an older Isagi Yoichi leaning in the doorway, face twisted into an unamused expression.

“Yoichi,” Michael chirps, waving to his husband. “Look at how tiny you used to be.”

“Used to be?” Kaiser muttered. “Did the clown even grow at all?”

The older Isagi’s eyes— Yoichi’s eyes— came to land on Kaiser, a grin on his lips. “I forgot you used to look like a wet cat, Mihya.”

Kaiser jumped as Yoichi gently touched his neck, right over his tattoo. The smaller blonde jolted back as if he’d been burned, face tinging pink as he slapped a hand over the rose on his neck.

“Get the fuck off of me,” Kaiser hissed, looking at Yoichi.

Yoichi smiled softly at the boy, only making Kaiser get more flustered. He turned to Michael, smile only widening. “Wrap it up, Mihya. Let’s go home.”

“Mm, sure, sure…” Michael hummed, finally letting go of Isagi. “Can we take tiny Yoichi with us?”

“No,” Yoichi deadpanned, pulling Michael by his ear out of the room. He peeked his head back in a few seconds later, an apologetic smile on his face. “Sorry about that. Just forget everything my shitty husband said.”

Isagi felt his jaw drop at the revelation. It was one thing for Michael to teasingly mention it, but for the older him to confirm it?

The room was silent as the two older counterparts left.

“…So, Yocchan, huh?” Kaiser murmured, looking over at Isagi.

Isagi snapped out of his shocked state, turning to glare at Michael.

“Shut the hell up, Mihya .”

“You shouldn’t talk to your future husband that way, Yoichi~ I might ask for a divorce…”

“I’ll fucking kill you, you little—!”

Ness just walked away this time.