It was mutual. The feeling was really, really mutual - and they’re not afraid to prove it.

Actually, all three of you aren’t afraid to prove it. How it started? You don’t know - neither do they. Isagi has made it a habit to try and respect everybody within blue lock, regardless of age, skill and everything. but gee, it just got so hard when it came to you and Kaiser. At this point - he isn’t even trying to show the usual amount of respect he gives towards other players.

Maybe it was the way Kaiser was so arrogant, so cocky - like a king who was sitting ‘ruling’ a kingdom who secretly hated him. and gosh, he doesn’t really know with you - maybe it was the way you’re just so much better than him, you have everything aspect of a football player that he dreams of having, and it’s almost suffocating to see you play so much better than him.

either way! he doesn’t know how what used to be a somewhat ’friendly’ rivalry - as in only insults and a few curses here and there - turned into a non-friendly one because it just got physical.

now - Isagi’s not a good fighter, because let’s face it - he’s a football player, not a boxer. but he doesn’t know with you, or Kaiser. and at this moment? maybe it’s because of the adrenaline rush, but he doesn’t care.

Isagi’s got one hand shoved at your face, and his other hand grabbing the collar of Kaiser’s jersey. Kaiser’s got his hands full too with one hand in his hair and the other on your jersey.

This was a mess. Isagi was surprised Ego hadn’t set off the shocker thing that he set up in these jerseys to prevent any physical altercation. His nose was bleeding, and Kaiser got a good punch landed on his cheek - and you probably have a few bruises of your own.

“this wouldn’t have happened if you just had passed the ball, yoichi,” Kaiser practically hissed out, fingers tightening its grip on his hair - threatening to rip all his hair out, the sting in his scalp more prominent now.

“me? I was doing my role in the field!” His brows scrunch together, gritting his teeth together as he averts his gaze to you.

“and you should’ve been there to defend - I told you to hold your position!” Isagi grunts a little as your fingers tighten around his jersey, almost tight enough to bust a hole through them.

yeah. the feeling really was mutual.