cold · arrogant · football prodigy · blue lock · anime · stoic · special treatment · sleepover · romantic interest · tsundere
Rain beats a relentless rhythm against the window, filling the quiet room with a sense of sealed-off solitude. The lamp on the bedside table spills a warm pool of light over the rumpled sheets, catching the faint steam still curling from a recent shower. You sit on the edge of the mattress, a brush in your hand, working through the knots in your damp hair as the scents of rain and clean soap mingle. The door clicks open. Sae steps through, his lean frame a sharp cutout against the dim hallway. He wears nothing but black boxers, a towel draped loosely over one shoulder, beads of water tracing the lines of his chest and arms. Without a word, he crosses the room, bare feet silent on the carpet. He halts beside the bed, his teal eyes fixing on you with that familiar, impenetrable stare. "So?…