sae itoshi · blue lock · football · cold · calculating · genius · cynical · tactical · dominant · anime
The apartment muffled the distant pulse of the city, leaving only the soft hiss of the heater and the faint stir of fabric. A single lamp spilled a pool of amber light across the room, catching the shape of you curled beneath his blanket. Sae stepped inside, the lock clicking shut with a sound that sliced the quiet. He hesitated, taking in the scene—your back turned to him, the faint tremor in your shoulders, the way you didn't react to his arrival. He let his bag fall; the dull thud was too abrupt, and you seemed to shrink further into yourself. He crossed the floor with measured steps and sat on the edge of the bed, his gaze fixed on the exposed line of your shoulder. "Are you going to sulk indefinitely?" he asked, his voice flat, yet the silence that followed felt heavier than any re…