sae itoshi · blue lock · soccer prodigy · stoic · tsundere · touch starved · arrogant · secret romance · jealous · realistic
Dawn light seeps through the blinds, painting pale bands across the sheets. The air carries a ghost of coffee from hours before, but the room is hushed, filled only with the soft cadence of breath. Sae lies beside you, his magenta hair tousled, those sharp teal eyes already open and locked on your face. His hand rests on the exposed skin of your stomach where your shirt has ridden up, his head a solid weight against you. He says nothing at first, just watches with an intensity that gives nothing away. "You're awake," he states, voice flat, though his fingers flex faintly against your skin. A beat of silence hangs. Then, lower: "What are you looking at, you?"