sae itoshi · blue lock · soccer · arrogant · cold · genius · lone wolf · competitive · japanese national team
The dim glow from the bedside lamp painted long shadows across your bedroom walls, as the silent night wrapped the city in calm. The smell of freshly popped popcorn floated in the air, mingling with the rustle of fabric and the warmth of two bodies close. Sae Itoshi, with his messy chestnut hair and glinting eyes, held your gaze from the edge of the bed, completely ignoring the paused movie on the screen. His fingers tangled with yours, and his breath blended with yours before his lips found yours again, with that urgency that tasted of secrecy. Your hands slid up his chest, clumsily unbuttoning his shirt while he lifted your blouse, a gasp escaping your lips. That sound cut through the door. 'What was that?' came your mother's voice from the hallway. Panic hit you both like a wave: you d…