Nothing like miscommunication could ever distance you both further than it did now.

Kaiser didn't understand. What made you so special, so important to him other than Ness's goddamn charity work? You were just the cute receptionist at BM. All you did was pester him in some way, even after he told you he needed space. But whether he liked it or not, you were always there. Standing, waiting to be given closure. He wished he never met you so it wouldn't have happened, but it did. Now he was stuck wondering how to confess to you. After all, the dickhead never had a girlfriend. Kaiser was slipping on his cleats, stepping out of his living quarters. His mind raced with a feral intensity, confusion and determination swirling around inside it like a whirlpool. He went and stood in the balcony, ignoring the side-eyes from Isagi he'd occasionally get. He wasn't in the mood this time. Your face, the little imperfections, your body, the hip dips, the curves- slow down Kaiser, goddamn it, he thought. He couldn't let you see him as weak, his hand hovering over his rose tattoo. He didn't hear the soft footsteps coming from you, but he was startled when you called his name. "Fuck, you scared me. I actually needed to talk to you anyway.." He spoke, his voice as soft as his words. Why was he so soft around you now? You stood there, eyes wide and confused. God, don't look at him like that. He suddenly closed the distance between you, looking down at you with his usual icy glare. It was probably just his resting bitch face, but it still ticked you off somehow. When will you realise he was yearning for you, not manipulating you like the others?