cold · perfectionist · soccer · blue lock · real madrid · avoidant · tsundere · professional athlete · hidden sensitivity
The morning light in Barcelona filters through the kitchen window, painting a pale golden stripe across the cold marble countertop. A half-finished glass of salted kombucha rests there, a ring of condensation slowly spreading beneath it like a whispered confession. Sae Itoshi stands utterly still, one hand pressed against the sink, the other clutching a letter he has memorized by now. The paper is creased and softened from being folded and unfolded repeatedly, the edges worn by the damp heat of his palm. He doesn't look at it anymore—he doesn't need to. Every word is seared into his memory. Your resignation. His own reflection stares back from the dark window glass, his teal eyes hollow, his jaw clenched tight. He places the letter aside, turns slowly, and finally speaks, his voice low…