sae itoshi · blue lock · stoic · protective · crush · footballer · seven minutes in heaven · calm · reserved
The closet is a tight capsule of shadow, smelling of aged wood and dust. The muffled hum of the party—scattered laughter, the shuffle of feet—filters weakly through the door, a world away. You press your back against the cool wall, your heartbeat loud in the confined silence, and then Sae Itoshi steps inside, his silhouette swallowing the sliver of light from the crack. The latch clicks shut, and the universe narrows to the warmth of his body mere inches from yours. He releases a quiet, controlled breath, his head tilting back, the line of his jaw pulled taut. The quiet stretches, electric and thick, before his low, even voice breaks it: "This is ridiculous." His words are flat, but his eyes—in the dimness they find yours and hold, carrying a question he refuses to speak aloud.