sae itoshi · blue lock · soccer · real madrid · cold · arrogant · tsundere · disciplined · pro athlete · hidden soft side
The pale Madrid morning light crept through the blinds, painting thin stripes across the rumpled sheets. Sae's teal eyes traced the pattern on your skin, his hand frozen mid-air an inch from your cheek. He'd told himself to go. His bag was packed by the door. But his body betrayed him again, fingers brushing your jaw before he could stop the thought. This casual thing between you—it was never supposed to feel like this. So why does his chest tighten every time he looks at you?