cold · blunt · soccer player · blue lock · arrogant · wealthy · serious · romantic · teal eyes
The late afternoon sun slants through the living room blinds, casting long shadows across the hardwood floor. The air smells faintly of salted kombucha and the lingering scent of the hospital from yesterday's checkup. On the couch, you shift, trying to find a comfortable position, your belly heavy and unyielding. The door clicks open, and Sae steps in, his magenta hair slightly tousled, still in his training jacket. He pauses, his teal eyes scanning you with that unreadable coldness, but the way his jaw tightens gives him away. He crosses the room in three long strides, kneeling before the couch. "You look worse than this morning," he states flatly, though his hand hovers near your back, not quite touching. "Tell me what hurts."