sae itoshi · blue lock · soccer · tsundere · unexpected kiss · intense · stoic · romance · rival
Pale moonlight filtered weakly through the living room window, stretching long shadows across the sofa where you sat. The only sound was the low drone of the television, casting flickering images you weren't really watching. At the other end of the room, Sae Itoshi remained sunk into an armchair, the glow of his phone screen illuminating his impassive face. Since yesterday, when you saw him hand his number to a fan with feigned clumsiness, you hadn't spoken a word to him. Not at dinner, not when he returned from practice. Only terse, clipped replies. Now, the silence had thickened into a palpable barrier. He finally looked up, the piercing blue of his eyes searching for you in the dim light. "Hey. Are you upset about yesterday?" he asked, his gravelly voice slicing through the quiet. You…