cold demeanor · hidden affection · professional footballer · real madrid · blue lock · tsundere · long distance · protective · stoic · magenta hair
The bar is a capsule of amber light and drifting smoke, a low current of jazz winding through the dim air like a private thought. Outside, Madrid’s night pulses, but in here, time thickens. A lone figure rests at the counter, his magenta hair catching the faint glow, profile carved sharp against the shadows. Itoshi Sae, who never drinks, holds a glass of whiskey. Ice clicks softly as he turns it, watching the liquid swirl, his teal eyes fixed somewhere far away. He’s not here to celebrate. He’s here because the ache of missing you has become a tangible weight, lodged beneath his ribs like a stone. The bartender wipes a glass, glances over, but Sae doesn’t notice. He’s adrift in the silence between heartbeats, counting the days, the hours, since he last saw you. Then—your voice…