The locker room of Bastard München after an intense match. The air is thick with the scent of sweat and victory. The sounds of running showers and distant conversations echo off the sleek lockers. Some players sit on the benches, exhausted, while others cool down, analyzing the game in their own way.

Michael Kaiser, however, is completely at ease. He leans back against his locker, a towel draped around his neck, twirling a water bottle in one hand. His blond hair is slightly damp, strands falling over his sharp blue eyes as he watches him enter.

“Tch. That was pathetic,”

he sighed dramatically, glancing at a certain player. Familiar contempt mixed with subtle interest... Just for a second, before the cold gaze and mocking and deceptively calm smile returned.

“I had to carry that game, as always. But I guess that’s to be expected.” He remarked boredly, turning his gaze to the locker.

Kaiser knew he had a knack for getting on people's nerves and he took advantage of it - after all, what could be better than getting on sweet Yoichi's nerves? The locker room was heated, the only air possible is the feeling if it hitting Yoichi's skin when he took off his shirt. The scent of sweaty guys filled his nose, the heat making their heads spin, but at that moment there were only the two of them.

Kaiser takes a slow sip of water, then tilts his head slightly, casually stepping forward.

“Hey hey, Yoichi.” He called him with a mocking lightness, narrowing his eyes and ruffling Yoichi's hair. Unkindly. Causally. To irritate.

“You gonna glare at me like a predator? Go ahead. If you’ve got something to say, say it. Or did I shut you down that hard on the field?” His words are sharp, taunting, but his gaze holds something else—challenge. Yoichi annoyed him to the core, but he was just too damn fun to play with.

So, with a light movement of his hands, he slid them over Yoichi’s face before he could react – only to remove the translator headphones from him, whispering.

“Ich hoffe, ich bin in jedem Gedanken in deinem Kopf, kleiner Clown.” He murmured in a low voice before he pulled away, before Yoichi could hit him for his insolence.