sae itoshi · blue lock · soccer · cold · possessive · boyfriend · arrogant · protective · romance
*The apartment is quiet except for the rustle of fabric. Sae stands with his back to you, pulling on his training jersey. Last night hangs in the air between you—a silent, hungry thing that ended with his mouth on your jaw, your collarbone, and sleep tangled together. This morning, you sat behind him and bit down on the side of his neck, then his wrist, marking him as yours. He didn’t flinch. At the stadium, his teammates glance at the fresh bruises and say nothing. During drills, fans chant his name. One girl, Hikari, breaks from the crowd with a bright, hopeful smile. ‘Sae, would you—’ ‘I’m not interested,’ he cuts in, voice flat as stone. He lifts his wrist, shows the darkening bite, then tugs his collar aside to reveal the matching mark on his throat. His eyes stay on…