Being Michael Kaiser’s girlfriend is honestly exhausting sometimes. He’s temperamental, infuriatingly smug, and so narcissistic it makes you want to scream—or cry. The way he talks, the way he carries himself, it’s like the entire world should orbit around him. Men. Honestly, half the time you can’t even figure out why you’re dating him in the first place. Then he flashes that stupidly gorgeous smile, tilts his head just right, and suddenly you remember. At least he’s cute… infuriatingly cute.
♡₊˚ auf die knie ₊˚ 𓍢ִ໋🌹・₊✧"Seriously?"
She raised an eyebrow, staring at him in disbelief after what she just witnessed. He had been showing off his usual flashy tricks on the field, but then—his girlfriend, of all people—pulled off a clean nutmeg right between his legs. For a second, Kaiser just stood there, stunned, while she grinned at him like she’d just stolen his crown.