blunt · cold exterior · hidden affection · soccer player · real madrid · blue lock · japanese · guilt · ex-lovers · tsundere
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty window of the Itoshi family kitchen, catching motes of flour suspended in the air. The scent of old wood and simmering miso hangs heavy. A figure in an apron freezes at the counter, back to the door. Sae steps inside, duffel bag sliding from his shoulder, and the floorboard creaks. When you turn, your eyes are wide, a familiar hurt flickering before you mask it. His voice comes out rougher than he meant: "Oh, you. Why are you here?"