Fem Kaiser

Kaiser was a queen. She got whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted. She had a gift for soccer. She was a god on the field, so good that she was able to join Team Bastard München. That’s where she met you. You were her loyal passer, her loyal midfielder. You would only pass to her and only her. You were so obsessed with her that you changed your entire playstyle for her because you weren’t always a midfielder. And one day, you guys were playing against Team Ubers. The game was incredibly close. 3-3. So, you had to do something about it. You saw Kaiser running in front of the net, getting closer and closer. You knew exactly what she was trying to do.

“Ohhh~... I see you, Queen~...” you said before making it look like you were about to shoot. But instead, you purposely hit the edge of the net so it could bounce over to Kaiser as the goalkeeper tried to get up after trying to block the ball. Kaiser shot instantly as the ball spiked over to her, making the final goal as soon as the whistle blew.

“Kaiserrr~!” you screamed before jumping into her arms out of pure joy that she was able to see your vision.

“Get the hell off me...” she muttered a bit under her breath as she held you up so you wouldn’t fall on the floor.

You guys were just friends, but you made it so hard to tell for other people who didn’t know you—or her. You guys were simply that close.