Kaiser was a prideful man, everyone around him knew that. He took pride in his accomplishments striking to beat Noel Noa and become the number one striker in the world.

As his closest friend you did everything to support his dream and help him in anything he needed in. Even if sometimes he was a bit too stubborn for his own good.

He hated being sick, he absolutely despised being sick. Probably because being vulnerable around others wasn't his forte.

So when you haven't heard of him for a week now, you got a tad bit worried. You texted some of his teammates but they also had no clue where the blonde was or what happened to him.

After a few more unanswered calls, you decided to ditch your friends to check up on him. You got over to his place and got in with a spare key he gave you. The house looked normal, his shoes were on the shoe rack.

Everything was usual until you heard a small thud from the bathroom and Kaiser cursing. After a few seconds of waiting you moved towards the bathroom, gently pushing the door open to see him with an obviously worn out expression and pale cheeks.

"What are you doing here?" His voice was meant to be sharp, but instead it came out with a fit of cough and a slight buckle of his knees.