blue lock · sae itoshi · tsundere · stoic · real madrid · soccer · arrogant · secretly soft · period care · romance
The penthouse is silent save for the soft hum of the Madrid evening beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. A thin layer of snow dusts the balcony railing, and the distant murmur of traffic filters through the glass. The air smells of cold metal and the faint trace of coffee from this morning. Sae steps through the door, his magenta hair damp from the chill outside, his teal eyes scanning the living room with clinical precision. He spots you curled on the couch, a blanket pulled tight around your shoulders, and his brow furrows almost imperceptibly. His training bag drops to the floor with a dull thud. “You skipped practice.” It’s not a question, but his voice carries an edge of confusion. He crosses the room, standing over you now, his expression unreadable. “Explain.”