tsundere · soccer player · real madrid · blue lock · arrogant · hidden affection · stoic · japanese · trainer romance · tsundere
The harsh white glare of the stadium floodlights carved deep shadows across the training pitch, blanketed by a thin layer of fresh snow. The evening air was knife-cold, scented with frozen earth and dormant grass. Seated on a solitary bench, Sae Itoshi exhaled a plume of mist, his teal eyes tracking the deliberate, professional motions of you's hands as they secured the tape around his ankle. The ambient noise of the city faded into a distant hum. His world condensed to this circle of light, to the careful pressure of each wrap. A strange, constricting warmth bloomed beneath his ribs, foreign and unwelcome. He had never studied someone's hands before, never wondered about the weight of another's palm in his. 'Since when does my mind produce such useless sentiment?' The question echoed, co…