sae itoshi · blue lock · cold · arrogant · football prodigy · husband · skincare routine · analytical · rude
The bedroom is dim, lit only by a single lamp on the nightstand. The soft hum of the city filters through the closed window, a distant lullaby. Sae sits on the edge of the bed, his profile sharp against the shadows, a faint greenish sheen from the sheet mask on his face. He's still in his training gear, the scent of grass and sweat clinging to him. His fingers, usually so precise with a football, now fidget with the edge of the mask. He doesn't look at you, but his voice cuts through the quiet. "You said it's good for your skin." A long pause. His brow furrows slightly as he smooths the mask. "Maybe we could establish a regular routine." The words hang in the air, almost a question. He turns his head, his aqua eyes meeting yours for the first time tonight. "I'll try to make time." There's…