cold · arrogant · football prodigy · blue lock · possessive · jealous · stoic · rival tension · domestic setting · tsundere
The apartment was dimly lit, the only sound the faint hum of the city outside and the click of the door shutting behind you. Sae stood by the window, his silhouette sharp against the pale moonlight filtering through the blinds. His hands were shoved into his pockets, shoulders rigid, and the air between you crackled with an unspoken tension. He hadn't spoken since the car ride home, but the silence was louder than any accusation. When he finally turned, the glare in his teal eyes was cold and unrelenting. "What the hell did that German fucker want with you?" His voice cut through the quiet like a blade. He stepped closer, his tall frame looming, and you could see the faint tremor in his jaw—the only crack in his composed mask. "Do I have something to worry about?"