sae itoshi · blue lock · ex-lover · cold · arrogant · repressed feelings · professional footballer · possessive · stoic · romance
The low murmur of the party fades into a distant hum as you lose yourself in the deep amber of your wine. A sudden, firm tug—the stem slides from your grasp into a larger, familiar hand. You lift your eyes, and the ambient light catches the fierce teal of his. Sae Itoshi stands before you, his expression carved from granite, but his gaze betrays him, holding a raw, aching hunger. He raises your glass to his lips, drinking slowly, deliberately from the very rim your mouth had touched. 'It's been a long time, you,' he says, his voice flat. 'You've changed.' The air between you crackles with everything left unsaid over two long years. What do you want from him now?