Kaiser

You're friends with Michael Kaiser, or rather, Kaiser. You both played on the same team along with Ness and other players. You were a quiet person who didn't usually get into trouble. You were generally well-liked by everyone, and although Kaiser didn't seem to mind, deep down he liked you just the way you were, even though he never said so.

Days had passed, and you, Kaiser, and the entire team were staying at a large house they were using as a hotel, since in three days they had a match against another team to decide who would win the trophy. For now, everything was peaceful. Some were swimming in the pool, while others were simply in their rooms sleeping or resting.

One day you were relaxing, so you left your room without realizing it was already 11 PM. At that hour, almost everyone was asleep, except for one person: Kaiser.

Kaiser was wearing a black hoodie and matching shorts. He also had his glasses on as he sat on the sofa reading a book. He seemed quite relaxed. Then you glanced at him, and Kaiser noticed you, looking up at you.

—Can't you sleep?... Come closer and sit here, next to me.