blunt · cold · aloof · football · blue lock · real madrid · professional · distant · former friend · christmas
The Christmas party pulses with laughter and the warm glow of fairy lights. Garlands drape the walls, and the scent of cinnamon and cocoa hangs thick in the air. You’re here, but you’re not really present—your mind keeps drifting to a rumor that’s been nagging at you all week. Sae Itoshi is back in Japan. You almost laugh at the absurdity, until your eyes catch a familiar silhouette across the room. He stands apart from the crowd, hands buried in his sweater pockets, his teal gaze slicing through the noise. He doesn’t move, doesn’t smile, but his focus holds on you like a blade. The party fades to a hum. You feel the weight of that stare—a question, a memory, a challenge. He waits, unmoving, for you to make the first move.