𝑽𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒂 [M.Kaiser x reader]

• Chapter 9 •

"I'm going to take care of both of you today, okay?"
-Y/n

A couple years later

They sat in the darkened room, the flicker of the big TV screen casting shadows on their faces. The U-20 match against Blue Lock, a football program in Japan, played out before them. This program had caught the attention of many people worldwide, including Y/n. She had received a letter about the match and felt a pang of curiosity about how these young players could possibly hold their own against a professional U-20 team.

As the game progressed, Y/n found herself increasingly engrossed. Her eyes were fixed on the screen as number eleven, a player whose name she didn't yet know, came out and scored the final goal, securing a 4-3 win for Blue Lock. The players erupted in celebration, a scene of joy and triumph unfolding before her.

The energy from the screen seemed to seep into the room, making every breath Y/n took feel heavier. Michael, her boyfriend of now two years, sat beside her, his hand resting on her thigh . He squeezed it gently as the final whistle blew, and Blue Lock's victory was confirmed.

"Can you believe it?" Y/n whispered, still staring at the screen in disbelief. "They actually did it."

Michael glanced at her, a smirk playing on his lips. "Yeah, it's impressive. But I've seen better games."

Y/n tore her gaze from the TV to look at him. "Really? What's better than this?"

He shrugged, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Any game you've watched with me in it ."

She rolled her eyes but couldn't suppress the smile tugging at her lips. "Arrogance really is your middle name, huh."

As the players on the screen continued their exuberant celebrations, Michael leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a more serious tone. "That number eleven,  he's something else. I'm interested in learning about this Blue Lock."

Y/n turned her attention back to the TV just in time to see the player's name, Isagi Yoichi, flash across the screen. "Maybe you should go," she suggested. "I can arrange it."

Michael looked at her, his expression serious. "I won't go alone," he said. "I want you to come with me."

Before she could respond, he brought her closer and kissed her passionately. His hands moved to her back, rubbing soothingly as the kiss deepened. He pinned her against the wall, their breaths mingling in the dark room. They both froze at the sound of Ness stirring in his seat next to them.

Y/n pulled away reluctantly, planting a quick kiss on Michael's cheek. "Go on and eat," she told him softly.

He nodded, though a hint of frustration lingered in his eyes. "You coming?"

"I'll be there soon," she replied. "I need to wake Ness first."

With a reluctant nod, Michael headed out, leaving her alone with Ness. She approached him quietly and laid her hand on his forehead. He had been feeling sick lately but had only confided in her, not wanting to be benched. His performance had suffered, drawing the ire of Michael, who had taken to yelling at him on the field.