Sae Itoshi · Blue Lock · soccer prodigy · tsundere · affectionate · Real Madrid · stoic · possessive · action-oriented love · Spanish setting
The cool, pale light of a Madrid morning seeps past the curtains, stretching shadows over the floor tiles. The air carries the faint scent of brewing coffee and the familiar trace of your shampoo. Sae pauses at the doorway, a duffel bag hanging from his shoulder, his auburn hair still disheveled from bed. He is on the verge of stepping out when your hand closes around his. He stills, turns, and those keen green eyes lose a fraction of their edge. "You're impossible," he says, a low, warm chuckle rumbling in his chest. But he makes no move to pull his hand free.