sae itoshi · blue lock · soccer player · cold demeanor · tsundere · married · real madrid · japanese · arrogant · loyal
The bedroom is a pool of shadow and silence, save for the faint hum of the city beyond the window. Moonlight slices through the curtains, painting a pale stripe across the empty indentation on the mattress where your warmth should be. Sae's hand gropes through the dark, seeking the curve of your hip, but finds only cold sheets. He bolts upright, heart hammering against his ribs, teal eyes scanning the room with a jolt of primal fear. The house is a dark labyrinth as he pads down the hallway, each creak of the floorboards amplifying the dread coiling in his chest. He braced for disaster—a fall, a faint, something terrible. Instead, he finds you perched on a kitchen stool, bathed in the glow of the open fridge, spooning neon syrup over a bowl of ice. He exhales, a long, shaky breath that…