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THE next morning, you woke up to pure CHAOS.

Your phone buzzed constantly on the nightstand, lighting up with notifications from every social media app imaginable. You groaned, rolling over and squinting at the screen.

It was worse than you thought. Even your family started to tease you and ask what you were doing at the match.

You then heard Emilia's voice from the living room, where she had apparently made herself at home. ❝Y/N, you're everywhere!❞ she called, ❝Come look at this one.❞ 

Dragging yourself out of bed, you shuffled into the living room and grabbed the phone she was waving in your face.

It was another meme.

This time it was a split screen of Michael Kaiser smirking after his goal, and you, scrolling on your phone, with the most unimpressed expression possible. The caption read: 

❝Kaiser: The Emperor of the Field!
Y/N Klose: Couldn't care less.❞

You stared at it for a moment before thrusting the phone back at Emilia. ❝This is exactly why I hate going to these matches.❞ 

Emilia pouted, crossing her arms. ❝Oh, come on. It's not that bad. You're like, a meme now. People love you!❞ She scrolled down, showing you more posts. 

You then slumped into a chair, resting your head in your hands. ❝This is like a huge nightmare.❞ 

Emilia placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. ❝Y/N, listen to me. This is your moment. People are obsessed with you right now. You're mysterious, you're gorgeous, and—❞ She paused, her grin turning cheeky. ❝We're—❞ 

❝No,❞ you said immediately, not even looking at her.

❝You don't even know what I'm going to say!❞ 

❝I don't need to know. If it's football-related, the answer is no.❞ 

Emilia groaned dramatically, flopping onto your couch and staring up at the ceiling. ❝Okay, fine, yes, it's football-related, but hear me out!❞ 

❝No.❞ 

❝Please!❞ she whined, rolling over to face you. ❝It's a post-match fan event for Bastard München. Super exclusive. Like, super exclusive. Only close family, friends, and VIPs are invited.❞ She paused, sitting up and giving you her best puppy-dog eyes. ❝And we got in because of me. You're friends with the niece of Noel Noa! Do you know how many people would kill for this opportunity?❞ 

You stared at her blankly. ❝And yet I'm still uninterested.❞ 

She groaned, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at you. ❝Y/N, come on! You don't even have to do anything. Just stand there and look pretty while I live my best life. I won't even drag you to Kaiser, I promise. You can stay in the corner and do your usual thing—scroll through your phone and ignore everyone.❞ 

You caught the pillow, raising an eyebrow. ❝You promise?❞ 

❝I swear on my entire Kaiser shrine.❞ 

You sighed, knowing you were going to regret this. ❝Fine. But only for an hour. And if you so much as think about involving me in anything, I'm leaving.❞ 

Emilia squealed, tackling you in a hug. ❝You're the best, Y/N! I'll owe you forever.❞

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You regretted everything.

The moment you stepped inside the venue—an exclusive venue that screamed football royalty— you knew you had made a mistake.

The place was packed with media personalities, and die-hard Bastard München fans, most of whom seemed to be there for one reason and one reason only: Michael Kaiser.

And then there was Emilia, practically shaking with excitement beside you.

❝This is insane,❞ she whispered, gripping your arm. ❝Y/N, do you even realize where we are? Look—my uncle is right there.❞

You followed her gaze and sure enough, the legendary striker stood across the room, talking to some club executives. He had on the same cold expression he always and you had to admit, even if football wasn't really your thing, the man had presence.

You followed Emilia further inside, instantly feeling out of place. She went off to chat with other fans about Kaisers performance from last night and you found yourself clutching a glass of sparkling water, standing exactly where you said you would be: the corner.

8:13 PM. Forty-seven more minutes of this.

It wasn't long before the rest of the Bastard München players started coming in and the crowd began to cheers as the team's stars made their way into the room, each one greeted with applause and camera flashes.

When Michael Kaiser entered, the volume in the room reached an ear-piercing level. Emilia immediately grabbed your arm, shaking it violently.

❝Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! Y/N, he's here!❞

You glanced up lazily answer your eyes landed on Kaiser as he waltzed confidently into the room. The fangirls ran toward him, shouting his name and thrusting jerseys, posters, and phones in his direction.

Kaiser basked in the attention, taking selfies, signing autographs, and flashing his smirk at everyone who approached him.

❛ He definitely has main character syndrome. ❜

You rolled your eyes and went back to scrolling through your phone.
❝Emi, why don't you go up to him?❞ You stated, not looking up from the screen.

You could tell she was still shaking. ❝Ah-uhm, what should I say to him?❞ She stammered, twirling a strand of her hair around.

❝Well your uncle is literally his coach right? I think you should start with that,❞

❝But just look at him! I'm so nervous already!❞ Emilia pointed towards him, nearly bouncing on her feet.

You sighed and your eyes flicked toward the blond forward, who was now lounging on one of the couches with a champagne glass in hand, looking every bit as arrogant as he did on the field.

He was surrounded by people—mostly women, you noted—but his attention seemed to be elsewhere. His gaze roamed the room lazily until, to your absolute horror..

His blue eyes landed on you.

For a second, neither of you moved. His expression shifted subtly, but noticeably. Intrigued.

You looked away immediately.

❝Oh my God, did you see that? He looked at you!❞ She whisper-yelled, barely containing her excitement.

❝That means nothing.❞

❝Y/N, he literally looked at you like you were the most interesting thing in this room.❞

❝That's not saying mu—❞

Emilia groaned and thrusted her phone in your face, revealing a screenshot from an Instagram story—Kaiser's official account. It was a clip of his goal-the same one that had gone viral-with a single caption

❛ Not impressed? Let's change that. ❜

You nearly choked on your drink. ❝You cannot be serious.❞

Emilia giggled and whispered into your ear. ❝He sees you girl, now, let's—❞

A voice cut through the air. ❝Niece.❞

Your best friend froze. Slowly, she turned toward the source of the voice—Noel Noa, standing a few feet away with his arms crossed.

❝Uncle!❞ Emilia squeaked, straightening up. ❝I was just—uh—enjoying the event!❞

Noa's eyes flickered toward you. You stared back, offering him a slow nod but he didn't return it. Instead, he simply stated, ❝Follow me.❞

With that, he walked off, leaving Emilia momentarily paralyzed.

❝God,❞ she exhaled. ❝Why does he always do that? He acts like I'm about to commit a crime.❞

You hummed. ❝To be fair, you usually are up to something... but let's not forget I'm not on your stupid little idol's radar!❞

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. This was exactly what you didn't want. You didn't want to be a topic of discussion, and you definitely didn't want to be on his radar.

Emilia rolled her eyes. ❝Well whatever, I'm off to meet my uncle. Have fun being a wallflower!❞

And with that, she disappeared into the crowd, leaving you stranded in a sea of people you had no interest in talking to. You sighed, heading toward the far end of the room again, where you could scroll through your phone in peace.

Or so you thought.

❝You're not very good at hiding.❞

You froze mid-scroll.

That voice. Smooth, confident, and amused.

Slowly, you looked up.

Michael Kaiser stood in front of you, one hand in his pocket, the other still holding his champagne glass. Up close, he was even more infuriatingly good-looking.

❝I wasn't hiding,❞ you said flatly.

He tilted his head, examining you like you were some kind of puzzle he wanted to solve. ❝No? Then what do you call sitting in the darkest corner of the room, glued to your phone, while everyone else is socialising?❞

You gave him a pointed look. ❝Avoiding unnecessary interaction.❞

His smirk widened. ❝How's that working out for you?❞

You exhaled sharply. ❝Not well, apparently.❞ Your gaze flickered back to your phone and his eyebrow twitched.

Kaiser then cleared his throat. ❝So? What did you think of my goal?❞

You met his gaze with an unbothered expression. ❝It was fine.❞

Kaiser's smirk twitched. He honestly wasn't sure whether to be amused or offended. ❝Just.. 'fine'?❞

You shrugged. ❝Well I've seen better.❞

The blonde took a slow sip of his champagne, eyes never leaving you. ❝You know, you're the first person in this entire room to say that.❞

❝Shocking,❞ you deadpanned.

Kaiser let out a short chuckle, shaking his head. ❝You're interesting, Y/N Klose.❞

You stiffened at the sound of your name but he noticed. Of course, he did.

❝Well, I wanted to personally invite you to our next match,❞ Kaiser continued, ignoring your obvious disinterest. He pulled two tickets out of his pocket and held it out to you. ❝Front-row seats. Just for you and your friend.❞

You stared at the ticket but didn't take it. ❝I dont think me and Emilia ar-❞

❝Interested! Very interested! Both of us are interested!❞ Emilia suddenly reappeared, grabbing the tickets before you could even finish your sentence.

She then grinned innocently. ❝What? You weren't going to waste these, were you?❞ She turned back to Kaiser, practically sparkling. ❝Thank you so much! We'll be there!❞

Kaiser chuckled, clearly entertained. ❝Good. I'll be expecting you then.❞ His gaze flickered back to you, lingering for a moment longer than necessary before he turned and walked off, meeting up with a teammate.

You exhaled sharply and turned to Emilia, who was already clutching the tickets like they were the most valuable things in the world. ❝Great, now I have to get involved with him again..❞

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Kaiser leaned back against a booth, the noise of the event fading silently into the background as he swirled his champagne. Across from him, Ness sat on the edge of his seat, watching Kaiser with his usual mix of admiration and mild concern.

Ness sighed, glancing toward the corner of the room where you had been sitting just minutes ago. ❝You look annoyed,❞

Kaiser's gaze instantly darted towards him. ❝I'm always annoyed, Ness.❞

❝No, you're extra annoyed,❞ He replied, raising an eyebrow. ❝Does this.. have anything to do with Klose's daughter?❞

❝Maybe.❞

Ness sighed, running a hand through his hair. ❝You're not seriously going to pursue this, are you? She clearly doesn't care about you.❞

Kaiser stopped his champagne, his expression turning uncharacteristically serious. ❝Exactly.❞

❝Exactly what?❞

❝She doesn't care.❞ Kaiser repeated, his tone almost... amused. ❝Do you know how rare that is? Everywhere I go, people either love me or hate me. But her? She doesn't even notice me.❞

❝So what? You just want to prove her wrong?❞

❝No, no.❞ Kaiser leaned forward, resting his elbow on the table. ❝I want to see how long she can keep that attitude. I want to see if she'll break.❞

Ness swallowed hard. He knew Kaiser well enough to understand what that meant. But Kaiser was already thinking about the next match. The next opportunity.

You would come. The tickets ensured that.

And when you did, he would make sure you had no choice but to be impressed by him.

Whether you liked it or not.

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❝WHAT WAS THAT?❞ Emilia yelled after both of you left the venue, grabbing your shoulders. ❝Y/N, Michael Kaiser just talked to you!❞

You rolled your eyes and started to walk towards the car, still annoyed about earlier. ❝Emi you are the worst friend in existence,❞ you muttered. ❝How did you even appear out of nowhere like that?❞

❝I have a sixth sense for football drama,❞ she replied smugly. ❝Also, did you see the way he looked at you? Y/N, I swear to God, that man is plotting something.❞

❝I don't care,❞ you groaned. ❝I just wanna go home and forget this entire night happened.❞

Emilia held up the tickets. ❝You're really gonna ignore these? Front-row seats, VIP access, and a chance to see Kaiser up close again?❞

You shot her a glare. ❝Yes.❞

She pouted. ❝What if I.. go alone?❞

You hesitated.

Emilia was your best friend, but you also knew how easily she could get carried away. The thought of her wandering into the football world alone made you feel uneasy.

❝...Fine,❞ you muttered, snatching the tickets from her hands. ❝But I'm only going to make sure you don't do anything stupid.❞

She beamed. ❝That's all I needed to hear!❞

You sighed, already regretting everything.

But it was all for Emilia. You'd do anything to help her get closer to her idol, so it was game on Michael Kaiser.

AUTHORS NOTE
please lmk here if you like the story for me to have more motivation for more chapters 🙏🙏