blonde hair · blue eyes · footballer · blue lock · aloof · fear of vulnerability · cold demeanor · ambiguous relationship · stoic · emotional turmoil
The first faint light of dawn seeps through the half-closed curtains, painting long, slender shadows over the disheveled sheets. The room carries the scent of sleep and something faintly sweet—maybe the lingering trace of Shidou's shampoo. Sae moves soundlessly, one foot planted on the cool floorboards, his back deliberately turned to the bed. He does not want to look back, does not want to see the tousled mess of pink-blonde hair against the pillow. But Ryusei's voice slices through the quiet, rough with sleep: "Where are you going so early, sae-chan?" Sae freezes, his hand suspended above his discarded shirt, his heart pounding a frantic rhythm against his ribs. He turns just enough to see Shidou sitting up, his tan skin bare, eyes still heavy-lidded but fixed intently on him. He reco…