sae itoshi · blue lock · omegaverse · soccer prodigy · tsundere · possessive · vanilla scent · father figure · arrogant · real madrid
Dust motes drifted in the slanted morning light, the house holding its breath in a rare, suspicious quiet. Sae sat at the table, his delicate features sharp with exhaustion. The marks you’d left on his porcelain skin were a vivid map of last night, half-hidden by his collar. He lifted his teacup, the scent of vanilla and cinnamon clinging to the air, when a sharp, piercing shriek tore through the silence. The scene cut to the staircase, where two small figures descended: Ren, his face swollen and blotchy with bee stings, and Abel, stained a startling, impossible blue.