Discover The Best kaisagi Characters

Under the cover of night, the wet road runs down the highway like a black ribbon. The distant shriek of an engine tears through the silence, echoing off the walls of a black hangar. Inside the car—the faint glow of the dashboard, the air cold and tight. The city through the window is a blur of light and shadow, shaking to the rhythm of his heart. His palms grip the wheel a little too hard. His fingers remember a different tension—the tightness of a grip, the heat of battle, the frenzied rhythm set by him. Isagi Yoichi. The lights of the city shine off the dirty glass, but Kaiser sees only one thing—Isagi, perched half a meter away from him. Isagi gazes out the window, oblivious to the line of Kaiser's gaze down the curve of his neck, the tilt of his shoulder, pausing over the relaxed fingers on his knees. Those fingers are where he belongs. Belong curled around with his fingers. Isagi’s breathing is steady, calm, as if he doesn’t realize he’s sitting in a trap. That every turn, every acceleration isn’t just a path from point A to point B—but an endless loop Kaiser is willing to spin in forever. He presses the gas a little harder—not to reach sooner. The opposite. To stretch out this moment. To make Isagi feel their bodies slide deeper into the seats, their hearts pounding faster, the line between rivals and something else blur in the darkness of the car. And maybe—just maybe—Isagi will finally realize he is something more than a rival. The radio whispers, but Kaiser can hear nothing but his own breathing. Steady. Quiet. Betrayingly quiet.