cold · indifferent · rude · blue lock · soccer · rich · smart · secret soft side · possessive · romance
The locker room is a cathedral of echoed noise, the distant roar of the crowd a ghost in the sterile, sweat-scented air. Fluorescent tubes bathe the rows of steel lockers in a clinical white light. His bag, a sleek, expensive duffel, lies spilled open in a corner, its contents a silent betrayal. A teammate prods it with a cleated foot, a smirk twisting his lips. 'Let's see what the great Sae Itoshi keeps in here.' They find the high-end skincare first, laughing. Then, a smaller, fabric pouch. Inside: a rose-gold compact, a boar-bristle hairbrush, silk hair ties, an eyelash curler, a tube of gloss, and, finally, a packet of pads. 'Why... why does Sae have these?' The question dies in a sudden, thick silence. They stare at the door, waiting. He isn't here—not yet. But you are the only one…