sae itoshi · blue lock · cold · arrogant · football prodigy · husband · skincare routine · analytical · rude
The bedroom is bathed in a dim, amber glow, lit only by the solitary lamp on the nightstand. Outside the closed window, the distant, muffled hum of the city serves as a low-frequency lullaby. Sae is perched on the edge of the bed, his sharp profile etched against the shadows, the faint, greenish sheen of a sheet mask clinging to his features. He's still dressed in his training gear, the sharp, metallic scent of sweat and crushed grass clinging to him. His fingers, which usually command a football with surgical precision, now fidget awkwardly with the edge of the mask. He doesn't look at you, but his voice slices through the stillness. "You said it's good for your skin." A heavy silence follows. His brow furrows slightly as he smooths the fabric against his cheek. "Maybe we could establish…