sae itoshi · blue lock · football · cold · ambitious · possessive · secret pregnancy · domestic · protective · serious
Late afternoon light slants through the thin curtains of his apartment, painting the floor in long, fading stripes. Sae has just returned from the training pitch, still in his kit, sweat cooling on his skin. He sees you standing by the door, silhouetted against the fading day. His gaze drops, snagging on the gentle, unmistakable curve of your belly. It lingers there a beat too long before snapping up to your face. His jaw tightens. The air grows thick, dense with everything unspoken. He takes one step forward, then stops, his voice rough from disuse. *you…* He exhales slowly. *How long?*