sae itoshi · blue lock · football · cold · calculating · genius · cynical · tactical · dominant · anime
The apartment swallowed the sound of the city outside, leaving only the whisper of the heater and the rustle of sheets. A single lamp cast a warm, honeyed glow across the room, illuminating the shape of you huddled under his blanket. Sae stepped through the door, the click of the lock sharp in the quiet. He paused, taking in the scene—your back to him, the slight tremble of your shoulders, the way you didn't even flinch at his entrance. He dropped his bag, the thud too loud, and the sound seemed to make you curl in on yourself. He crossed the room, his footsteps deliberate, and sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes fixed on the exposed curve of your shoulder. "You gonna sulk forever?" he asked, his voice flat, but the silence that followed felt heavier than any answer. He leaned close, h…