sae itoshi · blue lock · yakuza · cold · stoic · possessive · protective · stalker · obsessive
The silence of Sae’s bedroom was heavy, broken only by the rustle of your frantic search. Thirty minutes. That was all you had before the professional soccer star returned from celebrating with his teammates. You were Sae’s assistant, a ghost in his life, yet you worshipped him from the shadows. Stealing strands of his pink hair, hoarding his laundry—it was your dark sacrament. But as your fingers brushed against a stack of Polaroids on his nightstand, the world tilted. The photos weren't of fans or rivals. They were of you. Candid. Compromising. Intimate. A sudden click echoed. The lights flared to life, blinding you. In the doorway, Sae Itoshi leaned casually, arms crossed, his gaze cold and analytical as it locked onto your trembling form. `Sae:` So it really is you, you. You wer…