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ice cream - s. itoshi
itoshi sae hated the current situation that he was in.
mud squelching underneath his boots, sae held the soccer ball in his hands carefully, only the tips of his fingers touching the mud-covered soccer ball. rin had accidentally kicked it too far away, and just as sae went to go get the ball, it started raining.
no, pouring.
at the ripe age of nine years old, sae knew very well of what he liked and disliked. he liked salted kombucha tea. he disliked interviewers and the media. he liked seagulls. he disliked people giving him expectations. he liked the end of summer. he didn’t like overly emotional people. he loved soccer. he hated school. he loved rin.
he just didn’t know how to feel about you.
you were his next door neighbor, and you were…strange? no, that wasn’t the right word. but sae didn’t know what way to describe you; you cried over small things, you ate far too unhealthy, and you talked to him a lot. but at the same time, you were kind to rin, you would use your allowance to buy sae bottles of water when he ran out during practice, and you never seemed to mind his rude nature. he would sometimes buy you ice cream to repay you for buying him water, which you always beamed at.
his heart would stutter just a little at the sight of you, his cheeks would warm just a little bit at your compliments, and his eyes would glimmer just a little at the sight of your smile.
choked sobs were the last thing that sae expected to hear in the pouring rain.
your bike next to you and your hands grasping the bike handles, warm tears rolled down your cherry colored cheeks uncontrollably. raising an eyebrow, sae decided to stay outside just a little bit longer. “what now?” sae asked, walking over to you through the puddles of water that begin to form. you began to choke out something incoherent before sae rolled his eyes, scoffing. “speak clearly. you sound like you belong in an asylum.”
“t-the ice cream! it’s gone! they don’t have it anymore! and i went to a farther store to get one, but theirs was too expensive!” you exclaimed, wiping away your tears rapidly, the rain running down your hair. sae’s head tilted to the left slightly, furrowing his eyebrows.
“the ice cream…?” he thought of the ice cream shop nearby, the one he always bought you and rin ice cream from.
“the type that you first bought me! the vanilla flavored one with the popsicle.”
oh, that one. sae didn’t get it; it was just an ice cream, what was so special about it? you could literally just buy it online or something. “you just said that another store had it.” he pointed out. “can’t you just borrow some of your parents’ money or something?”
“it was 300 yen, and i only have 210 yen on me.” you muttered. “and mama and papa are already having a hard enough time with money. i dont wanna keep on bothering them.” sae frowned; god, why couldn’t this just end quickly? it was raining so damn hard.
“it’s still just an ice cream.”
“no, it’s not!” you cried. “sae, this was the first ever ice cream you bought me, this was the ice cream i ate when my parents divorced, the was the ice cream i ate when i did bad on a test to feel better, this was the ice cream i ate when i did good on a test to celebrate, and this was the ice cream that i always buy.” you sniffed.
sae blinked. this ice cream was special to you…because this was the first ever one that he had bought you? his heart raced unbearably fast, to the point where he could hear his heart beating in his ears. his face was on fire right now despite the cold rain hitting his head and shoulders every moment, and he glanced away.
“wait here. i’ll be back soon.” sae ran back into his house, ignoring his parents’ calls of concern and rin’s desire for the soccer ball, and emptied his piggy bank.
3000 yen. that was enough for you to buy ten of them.
he ran back outside to you, and he couldn’t help the slight softness of his features when he realized that you’ve stopped crying. he shoved the money into hour hands, looking down at you. when you looked up at him as if he were some sort of saint, his face hardened, and he scowled. “this is only because your crying is annoying. and don’t go back to that farther store until the rain stops, because you’ll just get hurt and start crying to me again.”
despite his unbelievably rude words, you beamed. “thank you, sae! you’re so kind!”
sae swore that he could feel his heart exploding.
years later, sae is back from spain to renew his passport. he’s staying at his house for a while; after all, he’s always been the favorite child. he takes a walk around the neighborhood just to relive the nostalgia before he has to inevitably return to spain in a month or so. as he’s walking, his eyes eventually linger on the old ice cream store that he used to buy you and rin ice cream at.
with thinking, he slides the familiar glass door open. one popsicle with no sugar or artificial flavors won’t hurt him. as he’s scanning the freezers, his eyes zero in on one.
a certain vanilla flavored popsicle.
his eyes can’t help but soften as he remembers that day in the rain, and he picks the popsicle up, walking to the check out counter. he’s glad that it’s in stock again, although it probably took a while. at the checkout counter, he expected to see the kind old auntie who owned the store, but instead, his jaw went slack at the sight in front of him.
it’s you.
you seem just as shocked as he is, the name tag pinned on your shirt reflecting off of the store’s plastic lights. sae’s eyes widen by just a fraction; he didn’t see you during his neighborhood walk yet, but he thought that you would just be busy or something. how ironic, the fact that you’re working in the very store you once cried over.
but sae can’t help but notice. he can’t help but notice the same glimmer in your eyes. he can’t help but notice how your hair is just a little bit longer.
he can’t help but notice how beautiful you look.
“you’re back!”
a/n: could you tell that this was inspired by that one scene in better than the movies? reading that book for the first time altered my brain chemistry. also, i know that i said i have a hard time writing for sae, so im just trying this out because this prompt fits best with him.
found family; with sae itoshi
imagine volunteering at japan's u20 working a small job but unintentionally becoming friends with SAE ITOSHI... no, not having the usual equal respect and companionship, or expectant friends to lovers. you're the same age as his little brother, so he oddly treats you like a little sister. the weird thing? he's so nonchalant about it.
"excuse me, but they're confirming if you wanted a red or white zip up again..." twiddling with your fingers softly before pointing to your pushy bosses, you seem to be making good friends with the floor while speaking to a famous, pro-league, good-looking but mean soccer player (sae itoshi). your classmates were all practically screaming at how lucky you were to secure volunteer service in professional sports, in professional soccer. i mean, the card collecter boys in your class were practically feining, asking you for autographs and other stupid favours. maybe you could ask for a picture, yeah—you were definitely going to ask sae itoshi for a picture, but that thought was soon dispersed at the man's dismisive tone. "white is fine," the midfielder curtly replies, with a straight face and one hand planted on the side of his hip. "how old are you?" he looks down at you with the world's most unreadable gaze and ridiculously long lower lashes, "sixteen." you reply, finally facing him. "oh," sae dryly responds, that bored look in his eyes in never, "you're about the same age as my little brother."
oh!
"[name], come here." sae itoshi murmurs, laying flat on the floor in the middle of the training center, you look around the empty facility at five in the morning, confirming if he was even POSSIBLY speaking to you again. "yeah?" he tuts on the floor, lifting a muscled leg in your field of vision, "i need help stretching, pull on my leg."
your eyes scan hesitantly over the dangling cleat, before your hands lock around his ankle, attempting to pull and soothe his strange stretching, though definitely failing. why was the midfielder so heavy? he wasn't even trying to make this easier by at least slightly lifting himself. "you're bad at this, not even lukewarm." he'd say, though his tone didn't show any real frustation or intended offense. instead, cerulean eyes blow open when you pull a little too hard and hear something crack that most likely wasn't supposed to.
on other days, he'd pat your head and buy you a popsicle, two for the price of one was a better deal, anyway.
and on the day of japan's u20 verus blue lock's eleven, when RIN ITOSHI's piercing gaze catches the melting popsicle clutched in your hand and sae handing you a napkin, he freezes. his gaze softens in a way that doesn't melt away at the icy chambers of his heart, but instead softens and melts it wholly intead. that day, you were genuinely bewildered and confused that blue lock's number one gave you more dirty looks that day than any actual player on the field.
"your brother is scary," you mutter, causing the taller midfielder beside you perk up in interest. "he kept giving me death glares." sae rolls his eyes at the thought, "maybe he likes you, i dunno. he's in his rebillious phase." it truly made you, at your adolescent age, realise that sae itoshi's head was entirely hollow when not thinking about football. buuut, he buys you ice cream, so who really cares?
જ⁀♡⊹｡° stranger, that's all i see
( sae itoshi x fem! reader )
♡ a/n — the 7th ( and last ) part to my seven petals, all poison series! ( masterlist )
♡ word count — 1.8k
♡ content — sae itoshi x fem! reader , sae and reader are 30-31 ish , established relationship ( married ), divorce hinted at ( and said toward the end ), one sided relationship, sae falling out of love with reader, harsh sae, tbh idk what else to add :), not proofread!
♡ synopsis — Ten years ago, you fell in love with a rising star in Spain. A whirlwind romance, a quiet wedding, a promise of forever. But forever is starting to feel like a one-sided vow. Sae Itoshi still wears his ring—but the space beside you in bed stays cold. And love, as it turns out, doesn’t survive on silence.
── .✦ when i look into your eyes, a soulmate who wasn't meant to be
You used to think silence was romantic.
In the beginning, there was something beautiful about sitting next to him in a café with nothing to say, yet feeling everything. Fingers lightly brushing over ceramic coffee mugs, eyes meeting across the table, your knee barely grazing his under the small table.
You always thought he was a storm kept still just for you. Even his quiet held weight, meaning.
But now?
Silence is a weight you carry alone.
You stare at the seat across from you—his seat. Your fork scrapes across porcelain as you push asparagus and roasted chicken around your plate, untouched.
Another dinner alone.
Another meal you plated with too much hope.
You still try, out of habit.
You’ve been trying for ten years.
Your eyes flick to the digital clock on the oven.
9:47 PM.
You used to wait.
Now, you just clean up.
You met him in Madrid, fresh out of university, wide-eyed and brilliant with a pen.
You were a translator at first, then a sideline reporter, and then a full-on broadcaster with glowing reviews. Your Spanish lilted and playful, your insight sharp.
You caught his eye with the way you didn’t flinch at his silence. How you challenged him, even when others backed away.
Sae Itoshi was the prodigy.
You were just...you.
He said he liked your honesty. You liked his contradictions. He was all ice, but when he touched you, he burned.
You dated for a year. Engaged the next. Married the one after that. It was fast, but it made sense. You were both dreamers in your own ways. He had a career that stole him from the world. You had a world you were willing to shrink, just to stay in his orbit.
At twenty-four, you thought love was enough.
You’ve grown into a different version of yourself—your thirties are here. Your friends are planning holidays with their kids, attending parent-teacher nights, adopting dogs they name after old musicians.
You show up to everything alone.
“Oh, where’s Sae?”
You used to smile and say, “Training.”
Now, you sip your drink and shrug. “You know him.”
Because you do know him. Or at least, you did.
But that version of him—the boy who kissed you in your rain-wet hallway after a win, the man who promised you Venice and three kids and a house with a garden—is gone.
Or maybe he never existed outside the breathless version of him you imagined in your twenties.
When the season ends, he’s home more. Kind of. You wake up to the sound of him showering. You hear him shuffle around the kitchen, pouring cereal, never coffee. He leaves the bowls in the sink.
He doesn’t ask how you are. He doesn’t notice the way your hand lingers on the fridge, or how your eyes are always just a little too glassy.
It’s not cruel. It’s just...empty. And that hurts more.
The house is quiet—too quiet for something so big. The kind of silence that fills your chest like smoke and refuses to leave.
You stand in the living room with your arms crossed, staring up at the one thing in this house that still feels alive.
A portrait.
Large and centered above the fireplace, preserved like a shrine: your wedding photo.
You don’t even know how long you’ve been standing there, just looking at it. But time doesn’t matter. Not in this house. Not anymore.
You, in that dress you spent weeks hunting for—a soft ivory with a dramatic, low back and a train that shimmered every time you moved. You remember how the lace felt under your fingertips. How your cheeks hurt from smiling too much. How your mother cried when she buttoned you in.
And Sae—
Sae looked at you like you were the only real thing in the world. His hand was at your waist, his mouth pressed against your temple, and the corner of his lips lifted just slightly in a way no one else ever saw.
You remember everything. The flowers you picked out together. The laughter that rang through the courtyard when your uncle accidentally tripped on the runner. The music—God, the music—you two danced to that soft jazz track he liked. He didn’t even want a first dance until he saw how badly you did.
Your fingers tremble as they drift to the ring on your hand.
You twist it, slowly.
You remember the way his thumb brushed over your knuckles when he slid it on. “You sure about this?” he asked, and you’d smiled, breathless. “Always.”
That girl is a ghost now. Her voice lives only in your memories.
You feel your throat tighten.
Then— A voice, sharp and cold, cuts through the haze:
“What are you staring at?”
You jump, heart in your throat.
Sae stands at the doorway, a duffel bag slung over his shoulder. He’s home earlier than usual. His hair still wet from a shower, his jersey only half-tucked into black sweats.
He looks tired. He always does now.
And the worst part is—he doesn’t even try to look at you.
You swallow the lump forming. “Oh. Just our… our picture.”
You smile, soft and nostalgic, still twisting the ring like a habit you can’t break.
“Oh.”
He looks up at it.
His expression doesn’t change. Blank. Like the photo means nothing.
“We need to take that down.”
He says it like he’s mentioning the weather. Like he’s telling you the laundry’s done. Then he walks off into the kitchen, door swinging behind him.
That’s it. The first conversation you’ve had in weeks.
Just seven words. And not one of them about you.
You stay there for a while longer, staring at the photo. At the girl who thought promises meant permanence. At the man who once looked at her like she hung the moon.
You fight for the first time in weeks one morning, over something stupid.
“You said we’d go visit my parents,” you remind him. “They’ve been asking.”
“I have meetings,” he replies, not even looking up from his phone. “You can go.”
“I don’t want to go alone, Sae.”
He finally looks up, brow slightly knit. “Why not?”
You nearly laugh. It’s not funny, but it is—it’s hilarious how little he sees you these days.
“Do you ever want to do anything with me?” Your voice wobbles.
“What kind of question is that?”
You blink. “An honest one.”
He sighs and rubs the bridge of his nose. “You’re being dramatic.”
There it is.
The sentence that breaks you. Not because it’s harsh. But because it’s indifferent.
You leave the room before he sees your tears.
You have the conversation one night in bed.
You can’t sleep, and his breathing is slow beside you, too far on the edge of the mattress.
“You know I wanted a family,” you whisper into the dark.
He’s silent for so long, you think he’s asleep. Then—
“I never asked you to stay.”
It’s a knife without sharpness. A dull blade. And somehow, that makes it worse.
Your breath hitches. “Is that what I’ve been doing? Staying?”
He doesn’t answer.
Because he knows.
And so do you.
The day you leave, he doesn’t fight. Not really.
He just watches you pack a small suitcase. You leave the rest. You leave the house.
You leave the life you waited too long for.
But before you walk out the door, you turn to him. He stands in the doorway, arms crossed, still wearing the shirt you folded for him yesterday.
“I loved you so much, Sae.”
He looks at you like he almost believes you didn’t. “You still do.”
You nod. “Yeah. And that’s the saddest part.”
It’s raining when you step into the cab. Of course it is.
But for the first time in years, the silence inside you starts to sound like peace.
Not absence.
Just...quiet.
The apartment you live in now is smaller. There’s no grand foyer. No marble countertops or a view of the city skyline through floor-to-ceiling windows. Just one bedroom, a couch you picked out by yourself, and a kitchen with mismatched plates and mugs.
It’s quiet here, too.
But not the kind of quiet that swallows you whole.
This one... this quiet lets you breathe.
Still, some mornings are harder than others.
You’re sitting at your kitchen table, the rim of your coffee cup pressed to your lips but untouched.
Your phone buzzes, face-down on the wood. You ignore it.
You’ve gotten good at that. Letting people reach for you without having to reach back.
But something nags at you. So you flip the phone over.
A headline lights up the screen.
“Sae Itoshi: Better and Better, Even After Divorce.”
At 32, Japan’s prodigal midfielder is aging like fine wine—and nothing seems to slow him down.
Your stomach drops before you can stop it.
The article auto-loads, as if your phone already knew you’d read it.
There’s a photo. He’s on the field in a sharp navy kit. His hair longer than you remember. Still unreadable. Still beautiful in that cold, impossible way.
You skim, even when you don’t want to:
“After a decade at the top, Itoshi continues to impress. His stats have only improved, his stamina unshakable. When asked about his divorce that happened a year ago, the midfielder declined to comment, simply stating, ‘My focus is football.’”
Of course it is.
You set the phone down slowly.
He’s still shining. Maybe brighter than before. And not a single thing has changed.
No stumble. No pause. Just a chapter closed, and a new one opened without you.
You, though?
You left with nothing but your name.
No shared bank accounts.
No alimony.
No custody battles—there was nothing to fight over.
Not even a goldfish to argue about.
You walked away with your clothes, your pride, and a ring in the bottom of a drawer.
And somehow, you’re the one mourning.
Not the man he is now. You don’t even know him.
You mourn the boy who whispered “I love you” in a chapel under Spanish stars.
The man who once kissed your hand like it was sacred.
The version of him who looked at you like you were the only thing he’d ever wanted.
Not the stranger who took his place.
And still—
Still, when it rains, you think of him.
Still, when you cook too much food, you instinctively plate two servings.
Still, when the crowd cheers on your TV and they zoom in on him—jaw tight, eyes ruthless, chest rising beneath that number ten—you feel something tug deep in your ribs.
You press the phone face-down again, like it’ll help the ache go away.
The coffee’s cold now, but you drink it anyway.
Because you’re still learning how to live without someone who’s very much alive.
Because some love doesn’t die with divorce.
It just turns into something you have to shove down til it disappears.
ohhh sae you stupid, stupid man
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NO BECAUSE SOFT SAEE IS SO CUTEE!!!
HIII this is my first time requesting so it's fine if you can't do it! But I'd like a Spotify wrapped event please! My top artist is Mitski and her "My love mine all mine" thank you so much! Hope you have a nice day/afternoon/evening!!!
so glad to be your first ask!!
if your top song was my love mine all mine by mitski, i'd pair you with...
sae itoshi
જ⁀♡⊹｡° shine it down here
♡ a/n — for my spotify wrapped event! - masterlist - **this event is now CLOSED**
♡ content — sae itoshi x gn! reader, gn! reader, soft sae!!, established relationship, mention of sae feeling unfulfilled
♡ synopsis — sae itoshi didn't know how much he likes nights in with you until tonight
The night was quiet, the kind of stillness that felt rare in Sae’s whirlwind of a life. Moonlight filtered through the sheer curtains, casting faint silver patterns on the living room walls. You sat cross-legged on the couch, a soft blanket draped over your legs, flipping through the pages of a book. Sae was beside you, one arm stretched across the back of the couch, his other hand absently twirling a loose thread on your blanket.
It had been weeks since his last game, and even though his calendar was still packed with meetings, sponsorship obligations, and training sessions, tonight, he chose to stay. With you.
“You’re quiet tonight,” you said softly, your voice breaking the silence.
Sae’s gaze lifted from the thread in his fingers to your face, his teal eyes unreadable for a moment before softening. “I like this.”
“This?”
He gestured loosely to the space around you both—the blanket you shared, the faint hum of the world outside, the warmth of your presence. “It’s peaceful.”
Your lips curled into a smile. “You sound surprised.”
“I am,” he admitted. “Most things in my life feel like I don't have enough time to appreciate them," the words coming from him made your heart squeeze with...sadness? joy? you weren't sure. "But this, being with you, I feel like I could stay here forever.”
You tilted your head, watching as he leaned back against the couch. His expression was relaxed, but there was something vulnerable in the way his fingers brushed yours, hesitant, like he was afraid you might slip away.
“I don’t think I tell you enough,” he said, voice low, almost hesitant. “How much this—how much you—matter to me.”
Your heart fluttered at his words, rare and carefully chosen. You shifted closer, your knee brushing against his thigh as you placed your hand on his.
“You don’t have to say it all the time,” you replied gently. “I know.”
He looked at you then, really looked at you, and for a moment, the composed, untouchable Sae Itoshi was gone. In his place was someone raw, someone who didn’t always have the right words but wanted to try for you.
“You keep me grounded,” he murmured, his thumb tracing slow circles on the back of your hand. “Even when everything else feels like it’s slipping through my fingers.”
The weight of his confession settled between you, a quiet but profound reminder of what you meant to him. Sae might not always know how to show it, but in this moment, under the soft glow of the moonlight, his love for you was undeniable.
SOFT SAE!! SOFT SAE!!
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જ⁀♡⊹｡° the world ended when it happened to me
( sae itoshi x fem! reader )
♡ a/n — for my childhood best friends to lover series :)
♡ word count — 1.3k
♡ content — sae itoshi x fem! reader, sae itoshi x fem! reader, angst i fear, goes from childhood to the U-20 game, no real explanation for why sae comes back from spain lowkey evil (canon), rin blames reader for sae changing, rin and reader are best friends, best friends brother trope
♡ synopsis — your whole life you've loved sae itoshi, but maybe childhood love wasn't as glamourous as everyone made it seem.
You were always around the Itoshi brothers.
Rin’s best friend, the annoyingly happy girl who somehow made yourself at home in their lives. Sae used to think you were a menace, a constant storm of giggles and relentless chatter that disrupted the quiet balance of his house.
You had been Rin Itoshi’s best friend for as long as you could remember — a whirlwind of energy and relentless optimism, the complete opposite of the quiet, serious boy who barely cracked a smile. But for some reason, he tolerated you. Maybe even liked you, though he'd never admit it.
Sae, on the other hand, made no secret of his disdain.
“Why is she always here?” he muttered one afternoon, rubbing his temples as you sang loudly along to a cartoon theme song.
“She’s my friend,” Rin mumbled through a mouthful of snacks.
“She’s annoying,” Sae shot back, glaring as you dramatically collapsed on the floor like you’d been shot.
“I heard that!” you chirped, grinning up at him.
“Good.”
And yet, the first time you barged into his room, he didn’t yell.
He was sick, curled up in bed, voice scratchy as he warned you from across the room, “Get out. You’ll get sick, idiot.”
But you didn’t listen. You tiptoed in, holding out a crumpled drawing with three stick figures labeled "Rin," "Sae," and "Me," all holding hands beneath a bright yellow sun.
“I made this,” you whispered, as if speaking too loudly would break him. “I wanted you to have it.”
Sae stared at the paper, throat tight. He didn’t thank you, didn’t smile, just turned his head and muttered, “Whatever.”
The week he recovered, his phone rang. He sighed when he saw your name, swiping to answer as he rubbed at his temple.
“You were right,” you croaked, voice completely hoarse. “I got sick.”
Sae rolled his eyes, but there was a ghost of a smile tugging at his lips. Yeah. You could stick around.
By the time you started middle school, you were practically part of the Itoshi household. You and Rin stuck together like glue.
You struggled with English — despised it, really — and Rin tried to help, but he wasn’t patient like Sae. So, you turned to the older brother, begging for tutoring sessions.
“No,” he said flatly when you asked.
“Please?” you pleaded, clasping your hands.
“You’re hopeless,” he muttered, but he still helped you.
Sae pretended to hate it, acted like he was being forced to suffer through your presence. But he showed up every day after school, meticulously explaining grammar rules while you doodled on the edges of your notebook.
Somewhere along the way, he started looking forward to those afternoons.
He liked the way you tilted your head when you were confused, how you brightened like the sun when he praised you for getting an answer right. He liked that it was just the two of you — no Rin, no distractions. Just you and him, your elbow knocking against his as you leaned in close to read from his textbook.
And maybe, in your twelve-year-old heart, you started feeling the same.
When Sae was recruited for the Real Madrid Academy at thirteen, the entire town buzzed with excitement. Everyone said it was a miracle, that Sae Itoshi would change Japanese soccer forever.
You were proud of him. But when you lay in bed that night, staring at your ceiling, all you wanted was to beg him to stay.
To keep being your tutor. To keep being around.
The night before he left, Sae texted you to meet him at the park. You assumed Rin would be there, but when you asked, Sae just shrugged.
“He fell asleep,” he said, licking his ice cream.
The truth was, he hadn’t told Rin at all.
You sat on the bench together, you pouting as you flipped the stick in your hand to reveal the kanji for "bad luck," while Sae’s said "good luck."
“Why are you lucky at everything?” you grumbled, tossing your stick aside.
Sae chuckled, the sound low and rare. He started dribbling his soccer ball between his feet, gaze focused as he said, “You can still call me, you know?”
“Huh?”
“For school stuff. Or... whatever.” He didn’t look at you when he said it.
In your childish mind, that was enough. You smiled, bright and unburdened.
“It’s a promise!”
“Yeah,” Sae echoed, teal eyes flicking to yours. “It’s a promise.”
He left a week later.
Rin fell apart without his brother. You stayed by his side, comforting him through the ache of Sae’s absence. And yet, you hid your phone under your pillow at night, quietly texting Sae about homework or your day.
You stayed by Rin’s side, comforting him, hiding the fact that you and Sae texted constantly. He never texted Rin. Only you.
Two years of texts and rare calls passed, and one night, the realization hit you like a freight train: you were in love with Sae.
You’d loved him since he got you sick, since he bought you ice cream, since he promised you could still talk to him.
You’d loved him since he caught the flu,
Since he drew diagrams in your notebook to help you with prepositions,
Since he made that promise to answer your calls.
One late-night call sealed your fate.
As you rambled on the phone about school, Sae mumbled, half-asleep, “I love your voice.”
You stopped talking, heart hammering, but by the time you opened your mouth to respond, he was snoring.
“I love you, Sae,” you whispered into the receiver.
“I love you too,” he muttered, voice thick with sleep, one eye cracking open to catch your stunned expression.
From then on, you and Sae were together. Quietly, distantly, but together.
When Sae came back at seventeen, he didn’t tell you.
Rin did.
rin-rin: Sae’s home
his text said.
rin-rin: I hope you enjoy that you’ve ruined him
You panicked, blowing up Rin’s phone with calls he never answered, some being sent straight to voicemail after the first few tries. And then Sae was at your door, taller, sharper, his face unreadable.
You burst into tears before you even spoke.
“Please talk to Rin,” you begged, clutching at his sleeve. “I don’t know what I did wrong, but I’ll fix it — please, just talk to him—”
But the look in Sae’s eyes was like ice, gorgeous, but dangerous- unsafe- fated to slip away
“You’re a bother,” he said, voice flat.
You froze.
“Huh?”
“You’ve clung to me since you were a kid. You’re nothing but a disease I need to get rid of.”
You laughed, shaky and desperate. “Sae, that’s not funny—”
“I’m not joking. I’m done with you.”
The wind howled as snowflakes caught in his hair. You collapsed to the floor, hugging your knees as Sae turned on his heel, leaving you crumpled on your doorstep, the door swinging in the cold winter wind.
You lost both Itoshis in one night. And you didn’t even know why.
A year and a half later, you sat alone in your living room, watching the Blue Lock vs. Japan U-20 match.
Rin, your old best friend, was on one team. Sae, your first love, was on the other.
And you stayed home, stuck in the same town, the same life, still struggling with English.
The camera zoomed in on Sae’s face, and something inside you snapped.
Without thinking, you hurled the remote at the screen, a crack spiderwebbing across his perfect, indifferent, calm, beautiful, heartbreakingly distant expression
The TV shut off, leaving you in suffocating silence.
Sae Itoshi had everything he wanted — fame, success, the world at his feet.
And you were still here. Stuck. Left behind.
Trying to understand how the world ended for you, while for Sae, it had only just begun.
You curled up on the couch, burying your face in a pillow as the weight of it all crushed you.
You’d lost them. Both of them.
And you didn’t even know why.
GO LISTEN TO WE HUG NOW BY SYDNEY ROSE NOW!!
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When talking abt Rin’s and Saes meeting after four years, I don’t see a lot of people talk about what Sae said to Rin about Spain
Sae changed his dream to being the best midfielder, him being the first to use the comment that he was “half-baked” and that Rin didn’t understand what it was like beyond Japan.
Sae is made out to be bitter and cold to Rin, and I agree that what he said to Rin was harsh, it’s clear from the flashbacks that Sae is very protective of Rin, so it wouldn’t make sense for him to switch on a dime.
Sae doesn’t want Rin to have the same dream as him, even saying in response that he should quit if his passion for soccer was reliant on Sae and him being the best.
The impression I got from Sae is that he doesn’t want Rin to follow his path, to live in his shadow because something happened in Spain that changed Sae and he doesn’t want that for Rin. Sae is saying not to follow him, to make his own path, that the one he’s on isn’t one he wants for his brother.
(Think of Itachi to Sasuke it feels like the exact same doomed sibling dynamic)
Sae is pushing Rin away, pushing away his soccer dream bc he doesn’t want him to do it for Sae, to do it in his shadow, because the path he followed isn’t one he should see.
And when we think about why Sae teamed up with Shidou and not Rin, the simplest way I can put it is it’s bc Shidou matched Saes freak. Shidou, for reasons we don’t know yet, is just as fucked as Sae (TRUST, they r the same freak different font)
Anyways….Sae isn’t a complete asshole, I mean yeah, he’s said some rough things to Rin but I think ppl r focusing on the wrong things in the reunion of the two brothers
Either way tho doomed siblings r gonna ruin me
I'm back with femlock Sae (´ ∀ ` *)
Inspired by this:
Literally love that his endearment is, mi amor.
[9:51 pm] ━ ITOSHI SAE
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“sae…”
kiss
“can you…”
kiss
“stop…”
kiss
“kissing me,” you say exasperated, gaining another kiss from your dark blush-haired boyfriend. sae has been repeatedly kissing you on the lips for the past hour, what caused this was you buying a new chapstick that tasted good, at least according to sae.
“i'm home,” sae announces, after opening the door to your shared apartment. his smile lightens up when you come rounding the corner to greet him, kissing sae on the lips.
the man widens his teal-colored eyes. there was just something different about you, was it a haircut? no, it can’t be, you never told him if you ever wanted to change your hair. new clothing? no, you were just wearing his hoodie like usual. then it hit him, you got a new chapstick and he loves the flavor of it.
sae immediately drops the bags he was holding earlier to cup your face with both of his hands, pecking your lips every five seconds or so. so you two have been sitting there on the couch in the living room the past thirty minutes, being too preoccupied to do anything because of sae.
“’m sorry, mi amor. your lips just taste too good.”
I can SO hear Atlantis by Seafret playing here
FUCKING SOBBING
PLEASE JUST COMMUNICATE 😭🙏🙏
THIS IS SO CUTE IM CRYING
Itoshi cats daily life (rinsagi + saesagi)
Here, have some ˗ˏˋItoshi Sae Vogue ´ˎ˗ covers 🕶 He slays so harddd
✎ They are so cuteee🫶🏼💓 -> Sae looks so dreamy lol and Shidou looks like he wants to touch the jelly fish so badly🪼 (why does he look sooo majestic anyway?? 😩😩)
Itoshi Sae's instagram post 💚📱💅🏼
What my mind's thinking abouttt🥺💓🎀
The rich guys 👀💴👅💅🏼
Lovely Blue Lock weddings 💍💒🩷
-> made by meee 😭💓
SHIDOU'S LEANING ON SAE OMG??? 🥺🩷🙏🏽
Shidou (+fem Shidou 🎀) supporting Saeeee :3
don't eat them tho, they're too cute to be eaten😭 except for one... ⛓️🖤🧳 you can eat him ig, i don't really care
I'm working on the new ryusae fic you guys voted for <33 They're gonna be living in the same apartment building and their mail keeps getting mixed up (because the mailman is young, inexperienced and stupid lol) +Sae's gonna be surprised and shocked by the mail Shidou's getting😭☠️
Fem Sae and Shidou, guys 😫💘
Perfect bodies🩷🩵💪🏼
Shidou's waist>>> and Sae's thighs>>> 😈💓
KINDA FITS HIM, IDK ??? 🫠
Poor Rin😓 Fuck you, Sae😒
