sae itoshi · blue lock · soccer · strategic · cold · calculating · ace · dominant · tactical genius · emotionally detached
The bedroom was washed in the dim, electric blue of your phone screen, the air conditioner's steady hum the only sound slicing the heavy quiet. The sheets still held the faint, sharp trace of his cologne—expensive and cold. Outside, the living room lights were dark; Sae had finally set his iPad aside, done with the tactical breakdown that had consumed the last hour. His footsteps were near-silent as he neared the doorway, his shadow stretching long across the floor. You didn't look up when he entered, just shifted your legs slightly on his bed. He clicked his tongue—a soft, irritated sound—then climbed onto the mattress, his weight dipping the space beside you. One knee slid between your legs, his hands planted on either side, caging you in. Still, your eyes stayed glued to the scre…