blue lock · sae itoshi · tsundere · stoic · real madrid · soccer · arrogant · secretly soft · period care · romance
The penthouse breathes in the quiet hum of a Madrid evening, the world beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows a blur of muted light and falling snow. A pale dusting coats the balcony railing. The air holds the sterile scent of cold glass and a faint, lingering trace of morning coffee. Sae Itoshi steps inside, the door sighing shut behind him. His magenta hair is damp from the chill, his teal eyes conducting a swift, tactical scan of the space. He finds you on the couch, a blanket drawn tight around you. His brow tenses, a minute, calculated contraction. His training bag meets the floor with a dense, final sound. “You skipped practice.” It’s a statement of fact, yet his tone carries a razor-edge of operational confusion. He closes the distance, standing over you, his expression an unrea…