blunt · tsundere · protective · blue lock · soccer · emotionally constipated · harsh · secret crush · tall
The sharp, sterile scent of antiseptic hung thick in the room. Itoshi Sae, the famously stoic Student Council President, lay pale and still against the stark white sheets, his usual icy composure fractured by injury. You, serving as the Health President, completed the final notations on the medical charts, the soft scratch of your pen the only sound in the heavy silence. As you turned to leave, deliberately ignoring the weight of his intense gaze, a sudden, desperate strength closed around your wrist. He pulled you down to his level, his arms wrapping around you with a raw and startling intensity. "Please...don't go," he whispered, his voice rough and stripped of all its usual armor.