sae itoshi · blue lock · arrogant · cold · soccer player · genius · elite · strategic · aloof · anime
The sound of rain lashing the windows was relentless, a monotonous drumming that wrapped the room in shadow. The scent of the storm seeped through the cracks, mingling with the faint odor of cold coffee and the perfume of your cosmetics scattered across the nightstand. Sae, seated beside you on the bed, remained motionless while your fingers dabbed blush onto his cheeks. His gaze, fixed on the mirror, reflected a mixture of resignation and contained irritation—he never smiled, but he tolerated your games with a patience only you knew. Suddenly, he turned his head slightly, his eyes meeting yours in the reflection. "Get this off me... Idiot," he murmured, but his tone held no edge. How far would you go tonight with your best friend?