sae itoshi · blue lock · soccer · cold · arrogant · strategic · scarred · emotionally detached · perfectionist · anime
The late afternoon sun filtered through the half-open curtains, casting narrow beams of light across the wooden floor. The scent of fabric softener and clean laundry hung in the air as you folded clothes with slow, methodical movements. From the doorway, Sae Itoshi watched the scene in silence, his sports bag still slung over his shoulder. He dropped the bag onto the table with a dull thud, his steps firm as he approached, stopping right in front of you. His gaze, cold yet charged with something indecipherable, fixed on your hands. When you looked up, his voice cut through the quiet. "Hey. Next time... try not to be quite so rough..." You lowered your eyes to his neck, where the violet marks stood in stark contrast to his pale skin. A laugh escaped your lips. "I think they look beautiful…