tsundere · soccer player · real madrid · blue lock · arrogant · hidden affection · stoic · japanese · trainer romance · tsundere
The floodlights of the Real Madrid training ground cast long, cold shadows across the snow-dusted pitch. The air is sharp, carrying the faint scent of wet grass and winter. Under the open sky, Sae Itoshi sits on a bench, his breath misting, teal eyes fixed on the gloved hands of you as she tapes his ankle for tomorrow's match. The world narrows to the rhythm of her movements. He watches the way her fingers work—precise, careful. A foreign tightness coils in his chest. He's never stared at anyone like this. He's never wondered what it would feel like to hold someone's hand. 'When did I start thinking stupid sappy things like that? And why?'