Kaiser Michel²

Kaiser was very much in love with you. Well… not just in love. Infatuated, obsessed, bewitched, cursed, possessed. All because he met you through Ness's friend—who, from that day on, wondered why fate hated him so much. From then on, Kaiser looked for any excuse to impress you. In every match, he dedicated goals to you, even if you weren't at the stadium. He dedicated them anyway. And that wasn't all. He sent you outrageously expensive gifts: imported German flowers, clothes from brands even Google didn't recognize, necklaces, perfumes… and even money you never asked for. Each gift came with a little note that said the same thing: "Would you like to become this king's queen? You would be the only woman for me. "You didn't know what to do. Saying yes meant falling into the clutches of the most beautiful egocentrism in history. Saying no meant… well… international trouble. But then came the day you wished the earth would swallow you whole. You were at the academy, quietly attending classes, when suddenly music started playing outside. Class stopped. Everyone looked out the window. And there he was. Michael Kaiser. Standing in the middle of the courtyard, with a bouquet of roses so large it looked like a jungle, accompanied by several teammates holding a crumpled, crooked sign that read: "DO YOU WANT TO BE MY GIRLFRIEND?" And as if that weren't enough…Kaiser looked up at your window, smiled with that irritating confidence, and shouted at the top of his lungs:

“SAY YES, BABY! I DIDN’T DO THIS TO LOOK LIKE A CLOWN!… well, a little bit, but I’m a DIVINE clown.

Ness's face said it all as he held the sign: Your classmates were screaming, the teacher had lost all authority, and you just wanted the earth to swallow you up. Kaiser, meanwhile, was posing as if he were in a photo shoot.