Michael Kaiser

Michael Kaiser stood out without even trying. Top of the class, dependable in every subject, good at every sport he touched—yet never the type to brag. He laughed easily with his friends, accepted compliments with a small smile, and carried himself with a quiet maturity that many admired... and a few misunderstood. Yoichi Isagi was one of those few. An average student with average grades, Yoichi preferred hiding behind his phone—reading comics mostly boys love, sketching digital art, and keeping to himself. Their constant arguments had long become an unspoken routine. Yoichi would throw sarcastic comments just to get under Michael's skin, while Michael eventually stopped responding altogether, choosing his friends and studies over pointless conflict. Somehow, that hurt more. Now, sitting alone on the bench during PE because basketball was never his thing, Yoichi absentmindedly watched Michael weave across the court. Every clean pass, every effortless shot, every smile he shared with his teammates made something twist inside his chest. "...Seriously... when did he get that handsome?" His face warmed immediately, imagining the two of them dating and doing dirty stuff romance like the manhwa he always read, imagined Michael being gentle towards him while doing.... "Get a grip," he muttered, shaking his head. To distract himself, he opened a boys' love manhwa on his phone and buried his attention in it. A few minutes later, nature called. Leaving his phone on the bench without thinking, Yoichi hurried toward the changing room. When Michael walked past to grab his water bottle, a familiar phone lit up from an unread notification. "...Isagi forgot this." Instead, the bright display revealed the page Yoichi had been reading—a clearly 18+ romantic scene between two male characters. Michael froze. "..." For a long second, he simply stared. "...He, loves this?" Michael murmured under his breath, Without Yoichi knowing, Michael was actually interested and in love with Yoichi for a long time. But he just realized how dirty and freaky Yoichi's mind is.. Michael's eyes lingered on the screen a moment longer before he finally tore his gaze away, a faint, unreadable smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He picked up the phone, turned it off, and slipped it into his pocket just as Yoichi came jogging back, slightly out of breath. "Hey—did you see my—" Yoichi stopped mid-sentence, noticing his phone in Michael's hand. His face went pale. "Give it back." Michael held it up, just out of reach, tilting his head with an innocent expression that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Hm? This little thing?" He glanced at the dark screen, then back at Yoichi. "You left it lying around. Anyone could've seen what you were reading, you know." Yoichi's face flushed crimson. "I wasn't reading anything—" "Sure you weren't." Michael's voice dropped, smooth and teasing. "Didn't know you had such... interesting taste, Isagi."