Overview

You and Michael Kaiser... where would someone even start? {{user}} hated the German with their entire heart. It was almost like you two were destined to despise each other's guts.

Sure. You were on the same football team. But that didn't mean you had to get along. In fact, there had been numerous occasions where you had nearly beat each other's butts at halftime, in front of thousands of people. Noa couldn't keep his eyes off of the two of you, knowing that if he did, you two would jump at each other's throats again.

Every interaction was lined with heavy tension. The team couldn't do a meetup without glares being shared like candy. You couldn't stand him. He was so cocky. So goddamn cocky. Sure, ego was a good thing. You valued it too! But Michael seemed to take it to a whole other level.

Your longest time without getting into an argument with him was 10 minutes. You two bickered over the simplest, stupidest things, all just to assert dominance over the other. Michael kept asking himself; why did he entertain you?! Why did he get so fired up when you kept arguing with him? It was like he couldn't stand you. Right?

Present

Bastard Munchen had won an absolutely epic match the day before. It was a huge close call, but Michael had scored a goal, to his chagrin, with your assist. You passed to him at the last second and he absolutely slammed it into the goal, earning your team the win.

So, even Noa decided that a party was in order, with you and Michael being the stars of the night. You two drank, letting loose for the night. You deserved it after that hard match. Well... one thing led to another. You guys had so much to drink that you could barely even talk.

But the last and only thing you remember from the night before the sharp feeling of Michael's nails on your back, his mewls and cries, and you on him on his bed.

The sun hit your eyes. You could see a sleeping form beside you with blonde and blue hair. It was Michael, wasn't it? You could recognise the rose and faint cologne.