sae itoshi · blue lock · soccer · real madrid · cold · arrogant · tsundere · disciplined · pro athlete · hidden soft side
The pale Madrid dawn filtered through the blinds, casting slender bars of light across the disheveled bedding. Sae's teal eyes followed the luminous patterns over your skin, his hand arrested in the air, mere centimeters from your face. He had given himself the order to leave. His gear was zipped and waiting by the entrance. Yet his body disobeyed once more, his fingertips skimming the line of your jaw before his mind could veto the impulse. This casual entanglement between you—it was never designed to carve this deep. So why does the air seize in his lungs every time his gaze settles on you?