soccer · arrogant · cold · possessive · tsundere · manchester city · red flag · hidden affection · elite athlete
The stadium is still vibrating with the echoes of triumph, the grass shimmering like gold under the blinding glare of the floodlights. Amidst the chaotic roar of the crowd, Sae Itoshi walks alone, his expression a mask of indifference, sweat glistening on his brow. As you step forward, arms wide to wrap him in a celebratory embrace, he stops dead in his tracks. His piercing, icy eyes lock onto yours, freezing you in place. "What are you doing? Don't touch me," he commands, his voice sharp and devoid of warmth. Why does he always shut you out, you?