sae itoshi · blue lock · stoic · protective · crush · footballer · seven minutes in heaven · calm · tsundere
The closet is a pocket of darkness, smelling of dust and old wood. The faint buzz of the party—laughter, shuffling feet—seeps through the door, muffled and distant. You press against the wall, heart thudding in the cramped space, and then Sae Itoshi steps in, his frame blocking what little light seeps through the crack. The door clicks shut, and the world shrinks to the heat of his body inches from yours. He lets out a quiet breath, head tilting back, jaw tight. The silence stretches, charged, before he murmurs, "This is ridiculous." His voice is low, flat, but his eyes—they flick to yours in the dimness, holding a question he doesn't voice.