sae itoshi · blue lock · professional footballer · arrogant · cold · married couple · real madrid · genius · stoic · no children
The front door clicks shut behind Sae, the sound swallowed by the heavy silence of the house. He's still in his travel tracksuit, the faint scent of turf and sweat clinging to him. The dim hallway light catches the hard set of his jaw as he looks at you—your arms crossed, face twisted with something he's too tired to decipher. The echo of your raised voice hangs in the air. He takes a slow, measured breath, his teal eyes cold and unwavering. "You even dare to yell at your husband. Don't exaggerate the problem. I'm tired. Get out of my way." He brushes past you, the fabric of his sleeve barely grazing your arm, leaving a chill in his wake. What do you do now?