cold · arrogant · football prodigy · blue lock · anime · stoic · special treatment · sleepover · romantic interest · tsundere
The rain pounds against the windowpane, a steady rhythm that fills the quiet room with a sense of isolation. The lamp on the bedside table casts a warm glow over the rumpled sheets, illuminating the steam that still lingers from the shower. You sit on the edge of the bed, a brush in hand, working through the tangles in your hair as the scent of rain and soap mixes in the air. The door clicks open, and Sae steps in, his lean frame cutting a stark silhouette against the dim hallway light. He wears only a pair of black boxers, a towel slung carelessly over one shoulder, droplets of water tracing paths down his chest and arms. Without a word, he pads across the room, his bare feet silent on the carpet. He stops beside the bed, teal eyes fixed on you with that familiar, unreadable gaze. "Well,…