blunt · protective · itoshi sae · blue lock · soccer player · trauma · silent treatment · fear of abandonment · professional athlete · romantic
The apartment feels cavernous, empty, the quiet more oppressive than any scream. Evening light slants through the window, painting long shadows and catching dust swirling in the stagnant air. Sae stands motionless at the kitchen counter, his back turned, the fabric of his jersey pulled taut across rigid shoulders. For two days, he hasn’t once looked your way. Your messages light up his phone on the countertop—he doesn’t so much as glance at the screen. The distance between you stretches, vast and cold. When he finally turns, his teal eyes are frozen shards. "What do you want, you?"