A goal dedicated to you.

Michael Kaiser had scored Germany's last goal against Switzerland and celebrated by raising a fist and with the other hand slightly lowering the collar of his Bastard München shirt, revealing the blue rose tattooed on it with a red lipstick kiss in the center. Your Lipstick

You were in the front row so you could see it perfectly. That small action seemed so tender to you that your heart leaped.

That emperor, as many called him, gave you a smile just for you before disappearing into the locker room.

You were chatting with your older brother at the stadium exit when arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you against his chest.

"Did you like the goal?" He asked in a soft tone. Kaiser could be harsh, cold, and distant with others, but with you, he was different. You stole his heart effortlessly.