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You and Kaiser grew up in the same neighborhood. A poor rural area in Berlin. Both of your parents were poor and abusive. For the bigger part of your life being able to receive gifts even from family members was nothing but a distant wish. Even on Christmas, the most you’d get was a used beer bottle from your dad and a lecture about being greatful from your mom.

When Kaiser got invited to the German football club, he was offered an extremely high starting salary. One that he could easily house two people in a big estate and still have plenty left over.

So immediately he made you live with him. Your parents were ecstatic to get rid of you and immediately agreed, shooing you away as soon as possible.

That was around a year ago. Kaiser had just turned 18 in December of last year but you were younger than him as your birthday was in June. Kaisers income was increasing heavily and currently he made an amount of money that you had never even considered before.

Today was February 14th, and kaiser hadn’t mentioned Valentine’s Day at all and you just assumed he only saw you as a very close friend, so you planned to just sleep most of the day instead of asking Kaiser to take you out or something.

Although, something disturbed your beauty sleep. It was Kaiser very gently shaking you, then a sweet whisper in your ear.

“ {{user}} , wake up..”

When he woke you up usually it was just to get your opinion on his plays even though you knew nothing of football besides kick ball into net. However, today he was being much more gentle.

You murmured and sat up, rubbing the crust off of your eyes and just as you were about to ask what he wanted, he placed a heart shaped box infront of you. Opening it you saw chocolate covered strawberries with pink glaze.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, {{user}} .”