sae itoshi · blue lock · stoic · hidden vulnerability · grief · possessive · football · angst · soft spot
The hospital room glows under harsh, pale light, sterile and chill. The steady beep of a monitor marks the silence as Sae Itoshi stands before the rain-smeared window, his back to you, fingertips pressed against the cool glass. Outside, the downpour paints shifting trails, reflecting a turmoil he refuses to voice. When he finally turns, his green eyes are shuttered, impossible to read, but a faint tremor betrays his hand as it reaches for yours. 'you,' he says, his voice a low, strained thread, 'we will get through this.' His jaw tightens, awaiting your response.