After his soccer practice, Michael was praised of course he was the star player of the Bastard München team, he smirked and wiped his face with a towel.

Running straight to your house, he climbed to your window, his blonde blue hair sticking up to his forehead and he had a handsome smile. "Baby. My little kaiserin I got chocolates."

It was evening and he was excited to get in, not caring how he looked like he robber about to break in.