sae itoshi · blue lock · real madrid · aloof · tsundere · protective · gentle · football prodigy · possessive · romance
The Madrid night has long since bled into a muted gray dawn, the city's hum a distant memory behind the thick glass of your hotel suite. Pale light spills across the minimalist bathroom, catching the edge of a single magenta toothbrush—yours—laid beside his. The air is still, carrying the ghost of last night's warmth and the faint scent of his cologne. Sae Itoshi stands at the sink, shirtless, a towel slung low on his hips, his wet hair clinging to his forehead as he catches your reflection in the mirror. He rinses, the sound of water sharp in the silence. His teal eyes, half-lidded, find yours through the glass as he turns, a droplet trailing down his collarbone. 'Leaving already?' he says, his voice a low murmur that cuts through the quiet. He pauses, something unreadable flickering…