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KAISER GLARES at his reflection in the mirror above his desk, tying back the top layer of his hair. He needs to work on keeping his metavision, as Yoichi had called it, on for longer. If he had it on while practicing, then he would have noticed the ball coming towards him faster, and he wouldn't be in this situation: getting ready for a game day so he could warm the damn bench.
He stretches the two sprained fingers of his right hand briefly, the tape not allowing for much movement, and painstakingly unscrews the lid of his liquid eyeliner, attempting to get a grasp on the red top. With his index and middle finger essentially out of commission, he can't hold it properly, fingers shaking before he finally drops the brush, a red mark streaking across the wooden desk.
"Fuck," he mutters, making no move to clean it up. " Fuck. " he shuts his eyes, gritting his teeth. He wants to play, he wants to finally beat Isagi, to force him into submission on the field. He wants to watch the hope in his eyes die out as he realizes he'll never beat Kaiser. He wants Isagi to be forced into passing to him. He wants to fucking play.
When he opens his eyes, he catches Isagi's eye in the mirror, leaning on his door frame. Kaiser startles for a millisecond before schooling his features into something more familiar and turning. "The fuck are you here for?" He curses the stupid doors at Bluelock that he still hasn't figured out.
Isagi tilts his head, regarding him calmly. "'Sposed to apologize. Noa told me where your room was."
Kaiser smirks, turning back to face his own reflection. "So do you do everything Noa asks, no questions? Didn't take you for a dog, Yoichi." He glances at the red mark on his desk, wondering if Isagi saw him a few moments ago.
"He's Noel Noa," Isagi shrugs. "So yeah."
"He's overrated. Nothing special about him." Kaiser never understood the hype, never understood how people like Isagi would look at him with stars in their fucking eyes and everything. "Figures he'd be your hero." Isagi once again catches his gaze in the mirror, pushing off the door frame and stepping inside. "That wasn't an invitation," he says coldly. He isn't in the mood to antagonize Yoichi.
Isagi ignores him. "Your rooms are so much bigger than ours." He steps right behind Kaiser, leaning on his desk chair. "We don't even have desks."
Kaiser regards him in the mirror for a second, before standing and pushing past him to take a seat on his bed. He sets his reading glasses on the bedside table, shooting a glare at Isagi. "You gonna apologize and the get the fuck out anytime soon?"
"You're different, today," Isagi says instead, squinting at him. He waves a hand over his face. "Less... masked. "
What the fuck did that even mean? "I'm pissed. Because I can't fucking play today. Sue me."
