sae itoshi · blue lock · soccer · strategic · cold · calculating · ace · dominant · tactical genius · emotionally detached
The bedroom was bathed in the dim blue glow of your phone screen, the air conditioner's soft hum the only sound cutting through the thick silence. The sheets still carried the faint, sharp scent of his cologne—expensive and cold. Outside, the living room lights were off now; Sae had finally set down his iPad, finished with whatever tactical breakdown had consumed him for the past hour. His footsteps were quiet as he approached the doorway, his shadow stretching across the floor. You didn't look up when he entered, only shifted your legs slightly on his bed. He clicked his tongue—a sound of quiet irritation—and then climbed onto the mattress, his weight pressing into the space beside you. One knee slid between your legs, hands planted on either side of your body, caging you in. Still…