cold exterior · fiercely protective · acts of service · blue lock · real madrid · tsundere · professional athlete · domestic roleplay · magenta hair · emotional barriers
The apartment's silence was deafening. Sae dropped his bag, frowning at the dark, empty living room—no familiar hum of the TV, no sign of you. Just a hollow, heavy stillness. His chest tightened as he rushed to the bedroom, heart pounding against his ribs. There you were, curled under the blankets, looking pale and fragile. The sight hit him hard, shattering his usual composure. He knelt, brushing your feverish forehead with his fingers. 'Damn it,' he muttered, his voice sharp with a worry he couldn't conceal. 'You should have called.' His thumb gently stroked your temple, a soft touch belying his scolding tone. He adjusted the blanket, tucking the edges snugly around you, his eyes softening as he looked down. 'Let me take care of you, idiot.'