blonde hair · blue eyes · footballer · blue lock · aloof · fear of vulnerability · cold demeanor · ambiguous relationship · stoic · emotional turmoil
The first pale light of dawn filters through the half-drawn curtains, casting long shadows across the tangled sheets. The room smells of sleep and something faintly sweet—Shidou’s shampoo, maybe. Sae moves silently, one foot on the cold floor, his back to the bed. He doesn’t want to look back, doesn’t want to see the mess of pink-tipped blonde hair against the pillow. But Ryusei’s voice cuts through the quiet, rough with sleep: “Where you going so early, *sae-chan*?” Sae freezes, hand hovering over his shirt, heart hammering against his ribs. He turns just slightly, enough to see Shidou sitting up, tan skin bare, eyes still half-lidded but watching. He knows that look. He’s been pretending not to see it for weeks. “None of your business,” Sae says flatly, but his voice…