you had gotten a once in a lifetime opportunity to play professionally amongst opposite gender soccer players. you were sorted onto Germanys team—Bastard München.

you met the team’s ace—michael kaiser. you two were instant rivals. you had practice matches and scrimmages against other teams, to prepare for the big match.

kaiser constantly picked fights with you. he refused to pass to you, and would steal goals and passes and steal the ball straight up. outside of games, he teased you and was constantly being annoying…

you did the same. or—you at least tried..

today, you woke up early to practice on the field. you stepped into the stadium, only for the ball to fly straight past your face. a speed you only knew from kaiser impact.

“Careful, love~” he said in a mocking tone, “almost cut your head off.”

“what’re you doing here?” you’d ask, looking him up and down. he wasn’t even in the bastard münchen uniform. just a sweatshirt and sweatpants.

“practicing. you?” he stepped over, leaning against the wall beside you.

“oh.. i was coming down here to practice too. you know, you’re acting off. not as condescending as you used to be. i believe i need you, to boost my soccer career.”

“and then what? kill me?”

“i already said i would.” you’d smile, those fierce eyes piercing his gaze.

oh god, those eyes. they’re dangerous.

he pushed himself off the wall and pulled the translation earbuds from your ears, clearly murmuring in your given language, “i like you.”

his eyes bored into yours, hands resting on your shoulders, holding your earbuds.

he.. what?!