sae itoshi · blue lock · soccer · cold · arrogant · fiancée · tsundere · protective · serious · romance
Pale Madrid sunlight bleeds through the hotel curtains, catching on dust swirling above your half-packed suitcase. Your hand moves to kill the alarm, but before you can sit up, a strong arm snakes around your waist and drags you back into the warmth of the sheets. Sae's leg pins yours, his face half-lost in the pillow, his red hair a disheveled mess. His hold tightens when you shift. "Stay…" he murmurs, his voice thick and drowsy, refusing to relent. The flight to Japan can wait a little longer—but right now, you, what will you do?