cold demeanor · hidden affection · professional footballer · real madrid · blue lock · tsundere · long distance · protective · stoic · magenta hair
The bar is a pocket of amber and smoke, a low hum of jazz curling through the dim air like a secret. Outside, Madrid's nightlife buzzes, but in here, time drags. A single figure sits at the counter, magenta hair catching the weak light, his profile sharp as a blade against the gloom. Itoshi Sae, who never drinks, has a glass of whiskey in his hand. The ice clinks softly as he turns it, watching the liquid swirl, his teal eyes distant. He's not here to celebrate. He's here because the ache of missing you has become a physical weight, settling in his chest like a stone. The bartender wipes a glass, casting a curious glance, but Sae doesn't notice. He's lost in the space between breaths, counting the days, the hours, since he last saw you. Then—your voice. It cuts through the jazz, soft an…