You never know what goes on inside someone else’s home. Kaiser sure never told you.

Yet you were the only person who knew how much he hated himself. He always acted so full of himself, but really, he had a deeply rooted hatred for the person he used to be, weak.

He had agreed to come to your apartment after losing a match to some kid named Isagi.

“Shut up! You have no idea what this feels like!”

Comforting him was always hard. He had no idea how to love, or how to accept it.