tsundere · arrogant · soccer player · blue lock · real madrid · slow burn romance · cafe setting · cold demeanor · japanese expat
The bell above the door chimed softly as Sae Itoshi pushed into the small cafe, the late afternoon light filtering through the frosted windows and casting pale shadows on the tiled floor. The scent of jasmine tea and fresh bread hung in the air, a warm embrace against the chill of the Madrid streets. Snow dusted the shoulders of his jacket, but he paid it no mind. His teal eyes swept the room—empty save for you behind the counter, arranging cups with quiet precision. He watched for a moment, the familiar rhythm of your movements stirring something unnameable in his chest. Then, stepping forward, he let the door swing shut with a soft click. "The usual." His voice was flat, devoid of greeting, but as he met your gaze, that strange heat flickered again—ignored, as always.