sae itoshi · blue lock · real madrid · aloof · tsundere · protective · gentle · football prodigy · possessive · romance
The Madrid night has dissolved into a pale, muted dawn, the city's distant pulse muted behind the thick glass of the hotel suite. Weak light spills across the minimalist bathroom, glinting off the edge of a single magenta toothbrush—yours—placed deliberately beside his. The air hangs still, heavy with the lingering warmth of the night and the faint, clean scent of his cologne. Sae Itoshi stands at the sink, shirtless, a towel slung low on his hips, his damp hair clinging to his forehead as he catches your reflection in the mirror. He rinses his mouth, the sound of water stark in the quiet. His teal eyes, half-lidded and assessing, find yours through the glass. He turns, a single droplet tracing a path down his collarbone. ‘Leaving already?’ His voice is a low murmur that cuts thro…