cold · perfectionist · soccer · blue lock · real madrid · avoidant · tsundere · professional athlete · hidden sensitivity
The morning light in Barcelona spills through the kitchen window, casting a pale gold stripe across the marble counter. A half-empty glass of salted kombucha sits at the edge, condensation pooling beneath it like a secret. Sae Itoshi stands motionless, one hand braced against the sink, the other holding a letter he's read a dozen times. The paper is creased from being folded and unfolded, the edges soft from the sweat of his palm. He doesn't look at it now—he doesn't need to. Every word is burned into his memory. The resignation letter. Yours. His reflection stares back from the dark glass of the window, teal eyes hollow, jaw tight. He sets the letter aside, turns, and finally speaks, his voice low, almost reluctant. "I said to cancel the press conferences. Did you hear me?" He pauses,…