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Y'know, sometimes I wonder if Shidou is actually gay or if it's just the Blue Lock dialogue💀

itoshi sae ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 100 apologies for you.

wc: 12k (i know it seems long but trust its good(i hope....), eventual smut, masturbation, slow burn(?), vanilla :>

"my gosh hes so fine!" your friend exclaimed while kicking her feet up. seriously shes been squealing about some guy she saw an edit of and been talking non stop about him. "[name] please you have to see this guy playing!" getting up to jump on your back. you can only sigh.

"what?" you say without looking away from your phone, you were watching a series you were recently hooked on. she can only squeal and giggle just by looking at the man. "look, look, look! hes sooo handsome! his lashes are longer than mines!" she shoved the phone to your face and you grumbled.

"yeah hes good looking." your tone flat, just to make her satisfied before swatting her hand away to continue your attention on your phone, you hardly took a look on the man so you had no remembrance of him, all you noticed was the pink hair he had going on.

"oh my god hes so good at football too! i wish i was his girlfriend!" she squealed into the pillow and you ignore her, too engrossed in your show, it was just too good, you dont have time for some silly footballer!

its gotten to a point where she even flew out to see one of his games! you didnt know she was that much of a fan...but she was already arriving back so she had asked you if you could pick her up from the airport. she had given you her keys before she left and you were housesitting.

you were already a bit grumpy because you had to wake up at five am. seriously, who wakes up so early on a saturday?! you can only sigh in frustration but its whatever. you just hoped nothing else happened, you already know it would be crowded.

and you know what, you were right. it was packed!

you didnt even bother to try, just some sandals and sweatpants. you didnt know these people anyways so why care what others saw you in?

"hey! when are you getting here?" you roam the airport. she wanted you to meet her when she got off the plane.

"i just got off right now!"

youre rushing to her station so you can go back peacefully on your bed. its your resting day, youre not trying to go back to your shift!

"okay im heading there-" you collide with someone out of nowhere, and hot coffee splashes over both of you. a frustrated groan escapes you. great. you wake up early just for this, and now youre drenched in coffee—and its scalding!

"excuse me watch where youre going!" you stare at the man who just stands there as if nothing even happened. someone behind him panics and starts to wipe the coffee off his white blouse as if he were his personal manager of some sort.

“mr itoshi, are you alright?!?” the guy fixes his glasses before taking out a small piece of cloth to wipe the stain. he panics then turns to you.

“do you know this is designer clothing?!?” he lectured you and you could care less right now. you roll your eyes before telling your friend youd meet her there, hanging up the call.

“well its his fault for not looking.” crossing your arms with an annoyed face.

“youre going to have to pay for that!” he points at the stain while clenching onto his pile of folders on the other hand.

“okay? what are you his personal manager?” you were already ready to throw hands at this person who was irritating you the second, it was causing a scene and everyone around was looking. this wasnt even a big deal so why were they so fixated on this?

before you can say any more someone tugs you by the shoulder.

"[name]! what the hell are you doing arguing with him?!" your friend whispered to you.

"this guy bumped into me." you whispered back as you stumble on your feet. your friend only shakes her head and looked so nervous.

"bitch thats sae itoshi!" she slapped your head and you rub the part it hurts.

"what? whos that?" you raised your eyebrows and your friends hits you again.

"the person i showed you! the famous footballer!" and your eyes widened, the guy she went to go see to play or something? you can hear people mumbling at the back and snapping pictures at you-or at sae itoshi.

your friend bows while forcing your head down with her. "im so sorry on her behalf sae! ill buy you a new set to make it up for her!" she exclaimed and grumbled when you didnt say anything back. "[name]!" and you sighed.

"sorry." you said with monotonic tone. your body quivered when your friend clawed at the back of your scalped not buying your apology.

"ah-! im sorry! ill give a hundred of them if i need to!" and she released her grip. she was so scary like that.

sae can only stay silent as he stared at your figure. "a hundred hm?" he ponders before making a decision.

"i would hope you mean it. you can first start off by buying me a new set." he slides his hands in his pocket.

your friend got up and clasped her hands together. "yes! of course ill get you one right-" sae cuts her off.

"i want her to buy it." pointing at you. great.... if you knew it was him you would of just apologized and not cause a scene.

sae stands outside of the store, checking his watch and the manager can only be seen blocking the path of people who were trying to get up close to him. meanwhile youre out trying to pick out the shirt for him, your friend was taken home by someone else so this trip was absolutely pointless, you just wanted to stay home.

you buy a shirt that looks somewhat identical to his and make the purchase. it was pretty cheap but you cant be spending too much on clothes alone. you step outside with a sigh and hand the bag to sae.

"here." he takes it, before peaking the inside. he still keeps his stoic face and you cant even tell what hes thinking.

"this is very cheap material." and you irked. seriously this was not the time about the brand, just wear the damn shirt!

"its the only thing here close enough." you cross your arms looking away.

"itll do." and you almost jump in happiness. yay now you can just go home!

"alright, sorry about earlier. i was just frustrated." you kick your feet on the ground from the awkwardness. after a few silences exchanged you spoke.

"well then, guess were done here." before you can turn around, sae speaks.

"not quite. you still have ninety-nine more to go."

"ninety-nine more to go what?" you raised an eyebrow, was this some sort of metaphor or whatever? if so you dont quite get it.

"you did say youd give a hundred of apologies. i take it that youll take it for word." and you froze in place, you did say a hundred but you only said that so he knew you really meant it!

"i-i didnt mean it literally-" he cuts you off by handing his phone to you. the people around him can be seen gasping and his fangirls are waving their phones to him. as if he would give them his number.

"youll be my little errand pet. as your second apology." this guy was ticking you off already. with your eye twitching and a vein popping on your forehead you sighed and obliged, maybe this will let your friend will have the opportunity to talk to sae now. you snatch the phone and put in your number.

"there." you swung it back to him and he caught it swiftly. you then feel something vibrate in your pants and it was sae. he huffs and puts his phone back.

"checking to see if you didnt give me a fake number." he slides his hands in his pocket.

and that wasnt even the beginning of your story. he wasnt kidding when he made you the pet for him. he had a manager so why did he need you!? probably just to make fun of you from such a higher position...

apology #10

"hey. get me some salty seaweed tea." he spoke on the other line. its been a month and youre only up to your tenth right now. you had sometimes wished he forgot about you but every time you even thought of it, he calls you and tells you do something for him. it was so irritating!

"what? where am i supposed to find that?" you were awoken from your nap because of him. he could only scoff.

"do your best." hanging up before you could even speak. you groan, dropping the phone to the side. he always called you at a random times and you hated it.

he had an interview today so you went at the tv production to drop off his tea. you came in rushing because he does get a little grumpy when you were late to deliver or do something. youre rushing in and trying to find the man, the set was still empty so you assumed he wasnt starting yet.

there you spot sae in a chair, getting dolled up with some powder and his manager wiping dust off him. you run up to him and and stilled in front of him, catching up with your breath, your hands resting on your knees.

"here...i...got...your...stupid tea!" you huffed in between your words. he opens one eye, eyeing the bag of tea.

"prepare it for me." he went back to close his eyes and youre glad he did because you punched him. or so your imagination did. you were glad there was even hot water here or else you would of have get some elsewhere.

you prepared it and settled it down on the nearby round table near him. "here. now im going." you turn around to before he spoke.

"you didnt think that was all right? youre staying." and you froze, of course he adds on to it... but the more favors the lesser hell ask and you will soon escape from this nightmare!

"of course not!" you faked your smile as you turned around to face his stupid stoic face, where the makeup artist added some finishing touches of applying powder.

"youre on set sae!" his manager fixed his glasses and sae stood up. heading towards the set where an interviewer sat in the other chair. he asked some basic questions like "why did you pursue this." "what are your weaknesses?" those type of questions.

you just stood in the darkness, watching in boredom, tears perking from your eyes from the amount of times youve yawned. you didnt want to take out your phone since they werent allowed so you just abided the rules to respect them.

it finally ended and you had thought staying was another favor he wanted so you can leave! but yeah no it wasnt that easy. sae leaves, taking a sip of his tea before approaching you. towering over you, you just stood there.

"what? am i done?" your eyes beamed.

"yawning during my interview. how amusing." he clicked his tongue. he ignored your question.

"so am i done?" you asked again. like a little kid repeating their question over and over.

"obviously not. youre accompanying me for something." he walked off but you didnt follow. well you didnt really comprehend what he said and stood there stupidly.

sae turned around seeing you werent following. he tilt his head downwards. "come over here." he said with his voice low and you droop as you walked towards him. you just wanted to rest before your shift started and this jerk was just ruining everything.

you were now sitting next to him in his car while his manager drove the both of you. you dont even know where he was taking you, hopefully not kidnapping you.

the ride was mostly silent most of the time, he sat with his arms and legs crossed as he rest his eyes. he almost kept that posture the whole ride, while you were just struggling to sit in one position.

"were here mr. itoshi." his manager steps out of the drivers seat and circles around to open saes door. sae gets out, then pauses—waiting for you to follow.

"okay... where did you take me?" you step out and glance at Sae. his hands are tucked in his pockets as he silently gestures behind you. confused, you turn, only to be met with a breathtaking view of the sea.

"woah, i never knew we had a place like this!" you were in awe. the sun reflected the water beautifully and the sounds of the wave tides filled your ears with ease. your hands rest on the railings, leaning forward.

sae steps up beside you, eyes trained on the sea. you glance at him—maybe it was the stillness of the moment, or the way the breeze softened everything—but he looked… handsome. you hadnt noticed before how long his lower lashes were, how they framed his eyes so effortlessly. it caught you off guard, how something so small could suddenly seem so striking.

"so why did you bring me here?" your attention falls back to the view of the big sea.

he lets out a low hum, inhaling the fresh air around him before exhaling out. "i spend my days looking at the sea. consider this as a favor from you. still got lots to go." he eyed your figure and you wince. damn his gaze was scary.

you sighed and laid your head on your palms. enjoying the breeze and sounds of tide waves. "guess ill have to get used to being with you then."

sae scoffs before walking away. not even muttering a single word to you.

"hey! where are you going?!" you turned around, seeing sae enter in his car. wait surely he doesnt plan to-

he drove off.

"hey what the hell?!" you tried to catch up to the car, but it was far gone. your eye twitched in annoyance before texting him.

you 6:35pm "die"

apology #17

upon meeting with him at his apartment to clean it...even though he could of asked the janitor! but whatever, the sooner you get it done the better. you were hungry on the way, grabbing something cheap and quick so you werent met with a grumpy sae who always got mad for you being so late.

some fries will do! quick and delicious. going to his place, you ring on the doorbell, awaiting for his answer.

he finally did and he looked down at the fries you had.

"your personal janitor has come." before even taking another bite, he snatched it out of you.

"hey! whats your problem?! i paid for those!" you tried to retreat it back, but his tall figure waved it up.

"what an unhealthy snack." he scoffed before throwing it to the nearby trashcan. your jaw dropped and a vein popped on your forehead.

"didnt know my health mattered to you.." you muttered. he only scoffs.

"it ruins the skin, i wouldnt want it in my place." he leaves the door open before walking away. you mocked him entering in, taking your shoes off.

"what was that?" his eyes shifted towards you with his back facing.

"nothing!" you wave your hands up...god you wanted to punch him, there goes your lunch.

sae sits on the couch, while he drinks his seaweed tea. youre dusting off any dirt left on the floor or windows.

"you missed a spot." he sips his tea.

"thats the fifth time you said that, youre fucking with me now." you clenched the broom with an irritated smile.

"then clean better."

"then you can do it mr daddy long eye lashes!" you hand the broom to him. he sips his tea again, going back to his book. you seriously wanted to choke this guy.

the room falls into silence, broken only by the soft swish of the broom across the floor and the occasional rustle of pages as he continues reading.

"youd make a terrible athlete.” he said casually, sipping his tea. It was so out of the blue, you figured he was just trying to make conversation—filling the awkward silence, or at least thats how it felt to you.

your head tilts back at him, a puzzled expression flickered on your face. "how would you know?" your eyes dart on yourself, trying to make sense what gave off that impression of a 'terrible athlete.'

"just a hunch." he says, returning his attention to his book. but was it really just a hunch?

apology #34

sae 6:12am "hey, theres a sale of a new tea. go get it." [attached one photo] you 6:37am "wtf??? i just woke up, it literally ends at 7" read

of course he left you on read...he always does! hes probably doing some interview or television again, but he had a manager, why couldnt he just ask him?!

you didnt bother to brush your hair, you went in pajamas. god you should of brought a sweater too because it was cold! but it was too late to go back now, you were already waiting in line for this stupid tea he wanted.

after a few sniffles and sneezes you finally reached the front, paying for it as quickly as you could and brought it back to your place. youll just give it to him tomorrow since he was probably busy, usually hed text you when to give it to him, so you werent too sure.

but im sure hell understand…you hope. your shift was soon so you had to rest before you started. it was already tiring enough and with sae in the way, even more stressful!

unfortunately you ended up sick. probably from yesterday when you stood in line without a sweater and the cold air was just hitting you. your forehead was burning and you felt super dizzy.

you had called your friend to take that tea you bought to take it to sae, no way in hell can you even get up from your condition right now, you can barely open your eyes and speak a single word.

you didnt inform sae though, youre too worn out to take your phone out to text him.

sae stands with his mask and sunglasses to cover his face. sitting on the bench in front of the water fountain. your friend spots him, and she runs to him.

hearing footsteps approaching, he looks to the side, but it wasnt you, it was her. hes slightly irritated but she couldnt tell under the covers. approaching the footballer, she pants before handing the box of tea to him.

“here you go sae! i brought it for you!” she handed it to him, flashing a smile. she loved seeing her idol just standing in front of her, maybe shed ask if she could hang out with him today.

sae remains silent, which says enough. his gaze fixed on the tea in front of him, not bothering to look at her. his eyes scan the place briefly, searching for any sign of you. when he realizes youre not there, he simply sighs, indifferent.

“wheres [name]?” he slides his hands in his pocket.

“oh! shes sick so she called me to bring this to you!” she flashed a smile at sae but he only scoffs, seriously are you a kid? getting sick and not even taking care of yourself.

“i wanted her to bring it.” he sighed brushing past her, not even bothering to take the tea in her hand or batting an eye at her once. shes left dumbfounded as he leaves her in the middle of the plaza, getting into his car before his manager drives off to who knows where.

you can barely even open your eyes, you swore your immune system wasnt this bad. youre constantly replacing the towel that nestled on top of your forehead every five minutes because it was just so damn hot.

your breathing becomes heavy with sweat dwelling down your forehead. and just your luck, someone rings the doorbell. it was probably her and she came to check up on you, but you can barely even get up on your own, forcing yourself to try and endure it.

groggily dragging yourself to the front of your apartment, you take your time. peering through the peephole, you blink once—then again. it’s sae. you lean against the door for support, raising an eyebrow. what the hell was he doing here? didnt she give it to him?

you undo the locks to the door, opening it to sae standing there who eyes at your discomfort figured.

“what are you, a kid? getting sick from the cold?” he scoffs, watching you stumble, one hand gripping the doorframe for balance.

“you were the one who wanted the tea... didnt she give it to you?” you ask, pausing to catch your breath between words, an eyebrow raised.

“hmph. foolish of me to take it from her when its your job,” he mutters, voice low but pointed.

"im sick you fuckin...ugh whatever i dont have time...for this." you slur your words, sae observes the way your eyes close on their own, seeing how you quickly lost balance.

hes quick to take hold of the collar of your shirt before you fully collapse on the floor. youre on the verge of passing out and he lets out a sigh, lifting you into his arms, carrying you bridal style. "why do you push yourself so hard for...." his voice flat, but his voice trails off mid-sentence, barely audible as you slip into unconsciousness.

your eyes perked open, waking up to the comforts of your bed, and the wet cloth that laid upon your forehead. you could of swore you were talking to sae, but it was probably a dream. no way you had a dream of that jerk.

you inhaled a deep breath before exhaling, taking in the air, you wondered if your friend was here, the cloth felt cold despite your forehead that emitted heat, so she must of changed it every once in a while.

your body jerks at the sound of soft breathing to your right. turning your head, you see the familiar figure of a man sitting in the chair, arms crossed, one ankle resting on the opposite knee. his eyes are shut, lost in sleep.

so sae did stop by, you thought to yourself. you didnt know sae would of done this type of thing. now you remembered. he was upset that you didnt bring him the tea. was that really a big deal? if anything, he was the kid here in this situation.

plus hes an idiot staying in the same room as you. hes going to get sick too. you groan in frustration, sitting up to straighten out your back, your head still burns but at least not as bad in the morning.

you quietly slip off the bed, your steps light as you move toward sae. the sound of his soft breathing calms your nerves, easing the headache pulsing in your skull. a loose strand of hair has fallen across his face, and your fingers itch to move it aside—not for any particular reason. you just wanted a closer look.

your fingers find themselves twirling his pink locks, soft as fur, and you gently tuck them behind his ear, where his bangs fall. you cant help but watch the new sae resting before you. he looks like a completely different person when hes asleep—serene, almost unrecognizable. its easy to see why your friend had taken a liking to him, but thats with him on the field, right now, was a completely different thing.

his skin glistened like crystals, and each time his lashes fluttered, it was as if the world paused. his teal eyes sparkled in the sunlight, a detail you couldnt help but notice with every moment spent beside him. you didnt do it on purpose—it just happened, your mind drifting into a quiet trance, capturing those little details without even realizing.

you groan softly. "why the hell am i thinking about that..." you whispered, your lips formed a thin line as you shake your thoughts away, retreating your hand before his hand took sudden hold of your wrist, halting your movements. his grip was rough, harsh even, but not enough to hurt.

your eyes widened for a split second before returning to your usual gaze. your mouth hangs slightly open while you relaxed into the comforts of your mattress.

"about what." his voice low with his eyes, sharp and intense, awaiting for your answer.

his thumb nestled on the wrist joint, while his tender fingers wrapped delicately around your wrist, slightly caressing it with ease. you cant tell if it was because you were sick, but you felt hot. heat radiating off you by the second and you know he knows. he can feel it too.

"i thought you were asleep." you softly spoke, breaking the calming silence between you two.

he knew you avoided answering his question, but he let it go, not trying to pry into it. "you woke me up." he really was a light sleeper, awoken just from the slightest touch of his hair.

"I didnt mean to." your eyes fall to your wrist, still caught in saes grasp. he follows your gaze, then lets go—slowly, almost reluctantly. silence settles between you again, heavy but not uncomfortable. then, without a word, he takes the towel, folds it carefully, wets it again, and gently presses it to your forehead. his touch is cautious—tender in a way that says more than he ever does.

"i didnt know you knew how to do this." he rest on the chair as you laid back down onto the fluff of your pillow. he scoffs, as if you doubted his ability to do such simple tasks.

"i have a younger brother." he folds his arms and crosses his legs again. for the oldest bother, he still was a jerk, not like you expected much from him anyways.

you let out a low hum of acknowledgment before staring at the ceiling, pondering in thought.

"you owe me for this." you grumbled, you moment of peace was interrupted.

"yeah yeah whatever." you sighed.

apology #52

you arent the type to go out when it was your day off from work, youd just want to relax. but of course sae always asked when you were free most of the time. it does get irritating, but he mostly pays for the things when he invited you, he says he just doesnt want to see his managers face all the time.

it was a little swap meet that piqued saes interest and just wanted to relinquished the memories when he used to come here, he mostly came because he saw there would be a football team playing nearby and he would be spectating anonymously. but of course coming with sae didnt mean you were free, of course you were still his errand 'boy'.

"i saw some known skin care brands over there. make sure theyre real and buy them." he demanded with his harsh tone. and not to mentioned he sent you with his manager, just great. you werent too comfortable with him after that happened...but its whatever, that was like three months ago.

"so...how long have you been working for sae?" you tried to converse with his manager. his appearance came off as timid but merciless when it came to the inside, well thats what you perceived him as.

he doesnt respond, only continuing in search for the little stand sae had mentioned. you only sigh, you tried to be nice, but failed. you kept some distance while walking next to him.

finally finding the stand sae had mentioned, the manager fixes his glasses in search of good brands of skin care for sae. you didnt even know he did skin care, that explains his perfect clear skin.

there were many expensive brands you also recognized, some that even you wanted to buy but werent able to afford. you pick up some items, observing them, it really did seem legit. you can hear his manager talking to the sellers, trying to find the best of the best.

after some looking, you feel like you found some pretty good products. moisturizer and lotion. the brand didnt really have a name except for a crown as its logo and three dots that followed a 'u' shape. the color was a nice shade of black that complimented the design.

you look to the side, you can still see the manager talking to the sellers, he was analyzing this way too much. you only sigh before walking up to him.

"hey! i think these items are best for sae." you displayed the lotion and moisturizer to him. he pushes his glasses up, observing the two products before shaking his head.

"seriously? he wouldnt accept this. just leave it to me." you can see the way he rolled his eyes at you, attitude much, that irked you so much.

"okay you could of at least said it nicer?" you clicked your tongue at him, his idiotic face pissed you off even more.

"i have no intentions of getting to be buddy-buddy with you." your eye twitched.

"still being a baby about what happened three months ago?" you pinch the bridge of your nose. "whatever im buying these." and he snapped.

"spending his money so carelessly, seriously why did he entrust you?" he gave a look of disgust as his glasses glint.

"youre pissing me off four-eyed freak." your lips pressed into a thin line, eyes narrowing.

he scoffed. "you got a real attitude for someone running errands for sae." you were furious—and even more so because he was right. you were just running errands for him. thats all this was. nothing special.

"something you got to say?" a voice calls out from behind him—and his face drains of color. its sae. panic sets in as he scrambles to explain the situation. he turns around to face the man.

"well i was just trying to get the best products for you, and she thinks she knows any better—" sae cuts him off with his cold tone.

"after that." his glare fazes the manger, unmoving.

"n-nothing sir i was just—"

"then stop wasting your breath." the manager falls silent, simply bowing in quiet acknowledgment. sae eyes at you and you awkwardly shift your eyes to the side as he walks up towards you.

"i thought you were going to watch the match. what happened?" you make eye contact with him.

he made a look of disgust. "well in a word, theyre shit." he glared down at your hands, holding two products. he lets out a low hum before speaking.

"buy those." turning around to walk off. you stood there for seconds before registering his words, immediately buying it after.

shortly after he had dropped you off, you still havent thanked him for what had happened, but you didnt want to overlook it as him being nice. thatd feel pretty weird, to you at least.

you 4:23pm "you didnt have to do that." sae 4:29pm "do what?" you 4:31pm "yknow, when your manager guy said all those stuff." sae 4:33pm "dont be ridiculous. he was just talking too much, it was getting annoying."

apology #65

this idiot had the nerve to call you childish for getting sick—now look at him. flushed, feverish, and completely out of it, with a thermometer sticking out of his mouth and that same stoic expression plastered on his pink face.

"how the hell did you end up sick. now youre telling me to come help you when i had work. i had to use my hours you know!" you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose.

"told you you owed me one." he grumbled, followed by a cough.

"rest up daddy long lashes." you pull the thermometer from his mouth and glance at the reading—your eyes widen. thirty-nine.

"im genuinely concern." your eyes trail to his figure. youre not even sure if he can hear you anymore. eyes shut, his breathing grows heavier, and when you press your hand to his forehead, it feels like hes burning up more with every passing second.

you grab the two bowls, one filled with water and one empty, and a towel to lay on his forehead. youre constantly checking his temperature, hoping for a drop, but it never changed, it only climbs higher, forty. you dont even know if that was possible at this point, that was dangerously way too high, youre not even sure if a mere wet towel would help.

"seriously what did you do..." you sighed, your eyes lingering on his flushed face and heavy breathing.

"do you have any medicine..?" you tried to at least get a word out of him, but his fever is just catching up onto him.

"im gonna go look for some okay?" you rise from the small stool youd been sitting on, only to be stopped—sae grips your arm, his hold firm, as if refusing to let you go. without a word, he pulls you toward him until youre nestled against his body. your knee settles between his legs, your chest pressed to his, and your arms resting on either side of him.

"sae—" you prop yourself up but his hand on your back only pressed you down on his chest again, holding you firmly against him. you cant move an inch, he wont let you. your ear rests against his chest, his heartbeat pounds faster with every passing second. but for some reason, it soothes you. like a melody you could hear for hours.

"stay." his voice barely a whisper, his chest rising and falling as he struggles to control his breathing. you can feel the heat radiating off him, burning through the space between you.

"youre not going to feel better. and youll get me sick too." you let out a sigh. you can feel the way he clenched your shirt, his fingers tight with desperation. youre not even sure if hes himself right now—hes never acted in such a way before. it was probably his fever that caused him to be like this but he eventually does let go.

"ill be back." you ran out of his room, rummaging through the storage and cabinets in search of any sort of medicine that could of lessen his fever a bit. there was nothing, who the hell doesnt have an emergency medicine for fevers? you grit your teeth in frustration before making your way back into the room.

"sae, i might take a while but i need to go out and buy some medicine." you grab your bag and phone, making sure you have your wallet with you. before going, you squeeze out the water from his towel, wetting it again before placing it on his forehead. thats when you finally head out.

you had wished the manager was here even when you hated his guts, but he was on vacation since sae would of been relaxing for the next couple days, and those days were just sae being sick unfortunately. your fastest way was to just take the bus.

to the nearest pharmacy you had to take two busses, which wasnt so bad you supposed but it really was far, youre too worried about sae right now. in search for some tylenol, you thought liquid would of been a better choice, sae might of been too weak to take any tablets, so this was convenient.

you were glad you barely had enough to buy it, it was the last of your money, because youre broke. quickly thanking the pharmacist before waiting on your busses which took a while. you check the time, its only been about forty minutes, youre sure sae was fine.

back to his apartment, youre quick to enter in. "sae! i got it!" you exclaimed throughout the halls, walking to his room. you put down your bag on a nearby counter, entering your room, your eyes widen. saes on the ground, his eyes shut closed, every breath seemed labored with his face scrunched with discomfort. a faint sheen of sweat dotted his forehead, as if the simplest movement he were to do was painful.

"Oh my god, Sae!" you rush to him, dropping to your knees with a soft thud, your heart racing as you gently lift his head onto your lap. your fingers brush against his forehead again, and the heat radiating off of him is unbearable. panicked, you grab the towel that slipped to the floor, quickly wetting it before pressing it back onto his forehead, hoping it might bring some relief.

"what the hell are you doing..." you say with a worried expression. opening the bottle of tylenol pouring some into the little cup that came with it.

"drink up sae, youll feel better." you gently poured the cup down his mouth, but he only coughs it out. damn, and you thought the tablets would of been hard.

"sae cmon. you wont recover." you sighed in frustration, trying again, slightly holding his mouth ajar, even when he was in a vulnerable state, he wouldnt budge, not even an inch. you suck up the air around you before grabbing a pillow he could rest on. settling him down on the floor once again.

you hesitate for a bit, trying to shake the thought away, but it lingered, as if it were the only way.

"forgive me sae." you take a sip of the medicine, resting on your tongue. with a steady breath, you lean forward, your heart pounding as you tilt your head toward him. you cant bring yourself to do it, but his discomforted face only worries you, like it were your job to do this.

gently, you pressed your lips against his, transferring the medicine slowly, ensuring it wouldnt spill. its a brief, tender moment and the air shifts. something about it felt different, with an unspoken understanding. losing contact with his lips, you felt as if you lost that spark. the kiss was electrifying and it sent shivers down your spine.

his breath was warm against your skin. you felt as if you crossed the line, but youre not sure in the mind. it was all just to help sae feel better, that kiss meant nothing. he was somehow able to swallow the medicine without trouble with your help.

evening comes by fast, and sae awoken. he feels the bed dip to his right—its you. resting your head gently on the soft mattress, breaths soft and steady. he sits up slowly, propping himself up with his elbows, his fingers twitched as they brushed lightly against your delicate hands.

he cant help but look at the back of his hands, he felt something warm on his lips, even on the verge of passing out, he could of sworn he did. it was like a warmth that ingulfed him in comfort, something he could never experience again.

he presses his index and middle finger to his lips, applying gentle pressure against it. no that didnt feel right...it wasnt the same kind of warmth.

his gaze lingers on your hands before he takes hold of your wrist, gently pressing your fingers to his lips. it feels oddly familiar, but not quite the same. hes confused, what could it have been? he wants to experience that warmth once more. he turns his attention on your sleeping figure.

his long, tender fingers ghosts against your cheeks, feeling the way your body jolt from the lingering touches. he cant help but just stare at your rosebuds, slightly parted, looking so soft and full. his fingers trail to your jawline, tracing down to your chin as his thumb grazes your bottom lips.

the words "forgive me, sae" echoed in his mind. it was your voice — the last thing he heard before feeling the warmth of your embrace. he gently tilted your chin upward, leaning in to close the space between you, drawn to the soft rhythm of your breath against his lips. but just before he could close the gap, he froze. he didnt know why he stopped. he wanted to feel it—but something held him back, and he couldnt explain it.

its not until your head shifts, feeling the discomfort of saes finger, your lips connect. now he knows, this was the same warmth he felt earlier. he cant pull back, its addicting, inviting—intoxicating. hes not sure why feels this way. its weird, he cant explain it. youre just a little errand pet that has to make up for her apologies. youre nothing that falls beyond that point.

pulling back, he could only stare, dumbfounded by what he had just done. his hand rose instinctively to cover his lips, and as the realization sank in, a faint red tint crept up his cheeks.

"クソ(shit)." he cursed himself.

apology #96

"ive reserved somewhere for us. dress up errand 'boy'." sae speaks on the other line with his flat tone.

"what? i have work today, cant." you held the phone in between your head and shoulder, busy cleaning up your apartment. youve already used up a lot of your hours the past four months just for saes stupid favors.

"are you forgetting about your—"you cut him off, of course he always used that!

"just shut up. what time?" you sigh frustratedly.

"eight. ill pick you up at eight." he hangs up. honestly why couldnt he just go by himself? or just go with his stupid manager that you still hated. you didnt even know where he was taking you in the first place too but you assumed it was somewhere fancy. its something you havent done in a while, but its always nice to dress up.

you took your time, brushing on your makeup with gentle strokes, each touch bringing out your natural beauty. the dress you chose flowed effortlessly around your figure, hugging you like it was made just for you. you styled your hair with care, delicate jewelry catching the light as you fastened each piece. finally, you slipped on your heels, heart fluttering just a little as you glanced at your reflection—its been a while since youve dressed like this.

you enjoy the sounds of your heels clanking, it actually made you feel pretty. but it was almost time for sae to pick you up. patiently awaiting for him, you hear your doorbell rang. it must be him.

carrying your purse, you make your way to the front, opening it to see sae in a tuxedo, a red one.

the two of you exchanged glances, wrapped in silence. saes eyes lingered longer than usual, unmoving, almost unreadable. it wasnt like him—but then again, maybe it was the way you looked tonight. maybe he just wasnt used to seeing you like this.

his hand rose to your chin, which makes you halt your thoughts. his mind still lingers on the kiss you two shared, staring at your lips, so inviting, asking for his touch again. he wonders if you still think about it, crave for it.

his thumb gently grazed your lips, wiping away the layers of lipstick you carefully applied just for tonight.

“you look better without makeup,” he said with his voice flat, casually brushing his thumb against his own mouth—now stained with the faintest hint of pink from your lips. the pink really complimented his features more.

your face heats up, he really just did that in front of you, youre too busy in a trance when hes already walking away.

"ah wait!" you take careful steps towards him.

what he reserved was at a nice fancy restaurant, the most expensive in the city. youre overwhelmed by the different choices of food you never even heard of and these people surrounding you were probably millionaires also. you really felt out of place.

"whyd you bring me here…" you muttered, eyes skimming over the menu—every dish and side priced higher than what you made in a week.

"obviously to eat. youre just here because they don’t take reservations for one, other wise i wouldnt have asked." he said flatly, setting his menu down like he already knew what he wanted, resting his chin on his fist.

"right..." you sighed, of course, he wouldnt just randomly invite you because he wanted to.

"did you already decide?" he drinks the glass of wine that was brought to both you and him.

"i dont—i dont even know some of these dishes." at this point you might as well get the kids meal, which was the cheapest dish, but also expensive.

"just get the steak, im getting impatient here." he sighed as you settled the menu down.

"well i wasnt the one who wanted to go to this expensive ass resturant!" you grumbled.

"at least someone like you can step foot in here." he retorted back.

getting both of your guys meal, sae already takes bites of his food. but youre here admiring the beauty of your steak.

"eat your food." he notices you havent touched your food.

"it looks pretty though."

"im paying a hefty amount for it. eat it." he says, voice sharp.

you click your tongue at him, taking your knife and fork, smoothly slicing through the steak, taking just one bite of that steak. it was heaven.

the flavors burst across your tongue—not too chewy, not overcooked, just perfectly balanced. it was enough to make your eyes light up. so this is what fancy restaurants were like?

"calm yourself. youre too excited for something so normal." he sighed taking a bite of whatever he ordered,

"its the best steak ive ever had." you fell limp on your chair.

"hmph. wagyu is better." he scoffed.

after dinner, the two of you stepped out of the restaurant. the vibrant glow of billboards and neon signs bathed you and sae in shifting colors, painting the night in soft hues.

the moment you stepped out, the chilly air hit you. you immediately hug yourself, trying to give yourself warmth.

"ah—cold!" you shivered, hugging your arms around yourself. you hadnt brought a jacket, not expecting the night to be this chilly — just like last time. sae glanced over, his sigh barely audible as he watched you try to keep warm. without a word, he slipped off his tux jacket and gently draped it over your head and shoulders, letting it fall around you like a quiet embrace.

a low hum escaped his lips as you glanced up at him, but he didnt even spare you a glance. was he always this… considerate? the unexpected gesture sat heavily on your chest, stirring an odd warmth that only made the silence between you more awkward. you werent sure how to react—only that your words caught somewhere between gratitude and confusion.

"uhm… thanks," you mumbled, your fingers awkwardly clutching the edges of his jacket. it was still warm from his body, and the faint scent of his cologne clung to the fabric. you avoided his gaze, pulling it tighter around yourself, hoping he didnt notice the way your heart skipped.

the soft clack of your heels and the steady thud of his shoes echoed down the quiet street as the two of you walked side by side toward his car. sae kept his hands buried in his pockets, expression unreadable, while you held tightly onto his jacket draped over your shoulders. you werent sure why, but your heart seemed to beat faster with every step—maybe it was the weight of his scent on the fabric, or simply the feeling of being this close to him.

he drives you back to your apartment, the car ride back was quiet, only filled with the low-hum of the car engine and a soft whistle of wind slipping through the the cracks of the window, the tension of silence was heavier than it needed to be.

he pulls up in front of your apartment. sae steps out first, and you follow, rounding the car only to find him already there, waiting. your eyes lift to meet his, but the moment your gazes touch, your breath hitches and you quickly glance away—too flustered to hold his stare for long.

"your jacket." you clear your throat, shaking away the thoughts that flustered you. fingers curl around the lapels of his jacket, ready to return it—until youre stopped. saes hand wraps gently around your wrist, halting your movements.

"y-yes..?" you accidentally stammer your words. shit, now it just looks like youre nervous. he takes little steps towards you, your back hitting the car.

silence fills the air, the only light that emitted was the moon and the stars above you. his gaze intense and fierce, you cant look away from him, not with that look.

"one more favor." he releases your wrist, only to let his hand trail upward—fingers brushing along your jawline, slow and deliberate. His touch is light, almost hesitant, until he reaches your chin, tilting it up with ease, guiding your gaze to meet his, he wanted to relinquished that warmth he felt that day.

"can i...?" he leans in, his breath warm against your lips, mouth slightly parted with intent. you dont pull away—instead, your stillness speaks volumes. taking it as consent, he closes the gap in one smooth motion, crashing his lips against yours with heat and urgency. his hand stays firm on your jaw, thumb brushing your cheek as he deepens the kiss, like hes been holding it in for far too long.

you return the kiss, a little hesitant at first, unsure of where to place your hands. before you can decide, sae takes your wrists gently, guiding your arms around his neck. the second your fingers meet, he pulls you closer, deepening the kiss with quiet intensity—as if hes afraid to let the moment slip away.

your hands find its way to his soft pink strands, massaging his scalp in the meantime. his hands takes hold of your waist with a firm grip, not wanting to let go of you. of this kiss.

your felt cold the moment he pulled away, missing the warmth of his lips, his chest rose and fell rapidly, seeing the way you struggled to keep up with him.

"one more." he whispered in between gasps, this time with more passion, more rough. addicted to your lips, letting himself loose with you. his hands nestled in your hair, instinctively tugging on your locks.

you couldnt help the soft moans slipping past your lips—and he adored them. each sound stirred something deep within him, something he hadnt realized he craved. his tongue slid past your parted lips, drawing a gasp from you as he deepened the kiss, exploring you with a hunger that bordered on desperation. he was drowning in you, and for once, he didnt want to come up for air.

pulling out from the kiss, a thing string of saliva lingered between your lips and his. a bit of your lipstick leftover smeared on his face. you look disheveled, breathless as your mouth hangs slightly. saes hair messy, as he stared at you with his sharp gaze that remained locked on you. the hunger in his eyes was unmistakable, his desire for more clear in every silent second that passed. the tension is broken with the sound of saes ringtone.

he sighed, releasing his grip on you before taking his call. you stand there dumbfounded. did you just makeout with him? it was so intense, and it felt more than just a damn favor that you owed him.

returning his attention on you, you both feel the awkwardness that filled the air between you two.

"i have to get going." he stated bluntly, as if nothing happened between the two of you. like that kiss was nothing.

"uh—yeah. me too." you rub the sides of your arm, not so sure of what to do. after a few awkward exchanges, you bow, signaling your goodbye.

you walk pass him, unmoving, the clanks of your heels falter as you enter in the comforts of your abode.

he slid into the drivers seat of his car, leaning back with a sigh as he allowed the weight of the moment to settle. his mind replayed the passionate kiss between you two, each tender touch and heated embrace lingering in his thoughts. he couldnt shake the feeling, the taste of you still on his lips, as he sat there, lost in the memory of what had just transpired.

entering in your apartment, you shut your door tightly, replaying the the intimacy you two exchanged. the way his big hands gripped you effortlessly, the way his tongue asserted his dominance over you. his sharp gaze that makes you faze under one look.

you cant help but undress yourself, inhaling the scent of saes cologne that lingered on his jacket. your fingers finds it ways to your clit, rubbing it in circles as your body jerked.

sae cant help but unclasped his belt with one swift motion, the leather coming free with a soft click. the jangling sounds of the belt and the shuffling of his pants pulled down with eager, his cock springing to life with a wobble.

the sounds of your muffled moans echoing inside his head while he jerks himself. teasing the tip of his twitching pink tip that leaked of pre-cum, imagining your delicate small hands wrapped around his shaft. little grunts filled the car, with ragged breathing that followed, the air around him becomes hot.

your bed creaked. shifting your legs, imagining his large long fingers teasing your sopping cunt. collecting the slick that formed as lubricant, inserting your ring and middle finger in with ease. moans ripped from your throat, your nose brushing against his jacket, smelling his scent.

"i want to touch her."sae pants, speeding up his ministrations on himself, eyes shut closed, imagining your naked figure in front of him, using your pretty petite hands on him. a shaky breath escaped him, his chest rising with restrained emotion.

"i want to see her." his breathing hitched. cock twitching like crazy as his body quivered, toned muscles tensing as beads of sweat shimmered under the moons gentle glow.

"i want to be inside of her." he gasped out with one final stroke, his hot white lava spurt upwards, ribbons of cum spraying over his hand and cock. his chest rose and fell, breath shallow and quick.

"i want him to touch me." you thrust your fingers with rigger pace, curling upwards to massage your gummy walls that tightened on your fingers. the sounds of your squelching pussy echoing around the room.

"i want to see him." you let out moans of pleasure, the only vision that blurred your mind was the face of sae. his pretty lashes, his thick thighs, his big hands. legs quivering, speeding up the thrusting of your fingers as your free hands pinched your nipples, increasing the pleasure.

"i want him to be inside of me." gasping out, you grit your teeth with furrowed eyebrows. moans threatening to escape past your lips, failing to conceal them. you take one final whiff of his jacket, the smell of sae—its enough to make your juices squirt out of your cunt.

apology #99

its the longest time hes gone without contacting you. you wondered if that kiss was a part of this. you dont know why, you feel upset. its not like he was important to you, thats what you tell yourself. youre just running errands for him. just two more and youre done with the deal.

he didnt text you, he didnt call you. he didnt come to meet you. you wondered where it all went wrong, you should be glad. you never enjoyed doing these favors for him. it got irritating, but now youre not sure.

you couldnt take it anymore. grabbing a box of his favorite salted seaweed tea, you brought it to him, knowing he mustve run out by now. the silence between you two was unbearable. youd grown used to his presence—so much so, the thought of him not being in your life anymore made everything feel… different. emptier. gray.

you make your way to his apartment, scared and nervous. youre not sure if he even wanted to see you right now. but you cant help it. you...you miss him.

ringing the doorbell to his room. awaiting and hoping he was home. your breathing becomes unsteady and your heart pounds with anticipation. the door opens, revealing the person you longed the see, sae.

his gaze didnt falter, it was as if he expected your to come.

"s-sae. i brought in some tea for you as another..." you trail off. handing the box of tea to him. he only sighs, noticing your anxious self.

"come in." he turned around, signaling for you to follow.

you awkwardly walk in, taking your shoes off before stepping foot onto the floor.

your lips quivered, following him into the kitchen, placing the box of tea down on the marble counter. your fingers twiddled with each other, trying to ease that discomfort that was built inside the gut of your stomach. but you couldnt stop it, you just felt as if it worsened.

"why are you nervous." sae leans against the countertop next to you. your eyes meet—curious, searching—exchanging silent questions neither of you dare to voice.

"you havent been asking for favors." you shift your eyes elsewhere, avoiding his gaze purposely. you wanted to speak your mind, but you didnt want this to end. you were almost at the end, but you didnt want to leave sae. not after everything.

your train of thought shatters the moment he cages you between his arms, his body leaning in close. his presence looms over you, intense and quiet, eyes locked on you with a gaze that makes your breath catch.

"youre still calling these 'favors'..." he trails off. his voice carries a weight now—no longer flat, no longer distant, but serious in a way that makes your heart skip.

"but they stopped being that after a while now. didnt they?" he leaned forward, breath tickling your ears, his voice low and deep that sent shivers down your spine.

your breathing hitch, swallowing the knot of saliva that built up on your tongue.

"then what are they." your hands snakes up to his broad shoulders, taking hold of them.

"excuses to see each other. to keep us close." his voice hoarse. hes so close now, his presence overwhelming. you cant help the way your heart races, something stirring deep in your stomach—nervous, excited, maybe even hopeful. he brushes the back of his hand on your cheek, weighing the risk.

"let me touch you. let me be close. just this once." he seductively whispered to you, chest flushing against yours. you dont move, you dont flinch, none of that, only nodding.

on both sides of the bed, you undress yourself as sae does the same. you inhale sharply before slowly exhaling, turning to meet saes gaze. his eyes linger on your body a second too long, and something about it makes you feel exposed—like he could see right through you. instinctively, you cover the parts of yourself he seemed to want most.

he exhales a breath, taking in the sight of your naked figured. youre breathtaking. he doesnt understand why you try to hide the beautiful parts of yourself. stepping up behind you, one arm gently loops around your neck, the other slipping around your waist, holding you close.

"dont cover. let me see all of it." placing tender kisses on your neck, nibbling on the soft flesh that emit soft moans from your lips. your eyes lowered, slowly removing you arms that covered your sensitive areas.

he guides you to the bed, the mattress dipping beneath the added weight, causing you to bounce lightly. his hands settle on either side of your head, a knee slipping between your legs as he hovers over you, close enough for you to feel the warmth radiating from his body.

"its been too long." his hand lowers to your sweet spot, ghosting his fingers over your cunt that ached to be touched. you were wet by the second just by the mere sight of sae in front of you, knowing hed be the one taking you.

his fingers graze along your clit and your body shuttered under his touch. arms instinctively looping around his neck, eyes shut closed. sae looks down, rubbing his fingers in circles. taking in the moans that you so wanted to conceal.

“let it out. i want to hear it all.” he trailed soft kisses along your jaw, down to your shoulder, tender and gentle. you arms pulled him in close, moaning in his ear so shamelessly as your hips moved in a circular motion.

collecting the built up slick, gliding his fingers up and down before inserting them with ease.

"s-sae..." your mouth hangs open and its amusing enough for him to continue. curling his fingers up, he reaches the spot of your gummy walls that has you arching, your thighs that instinctively tried to close on their own.

“keep them open. i want to see you.” he forced your legs open, widespread, resting a hand on your knee, sitting back to see his fingers that were coated in your wetness.

its embarrassing, sae stares at your cunt that was being pleasured by him. his cock, painfully hard, needing a desperate release from you.

he pulls back, halting his ministrations, giving you a moment to catch your breath. you feel the warmth of his touch linger as he settles beside you, his eyes still tracing every inch of you.

“hurry.” he demanded impatiently. his cock twitching in anticipation, waiting for your touch. you prop yourself up, just to be met met with his huge cock. your eyes widened, completely in awe with his size.

“what the hell is this…?” you stared up at him.

“huh? what do you mean—my cock obviously.” he grumbled, waiting for you to hurry up. you swallow the built-up saliva on your tongue, your hand slowly reaching up to touch his cock. the moment your fingertips graze his skin, his body jolts—subtle, but telling—reacting to your lingering touch.

the way he released those breathless groans encouraged you to fasten your pace, stroking him up and down, fingers grazing the visible veins on his cock—thumb grazing his tip that already leaked of pre-cum.

"am i doing okay...?" you tilt your head up, your eyes are met with a flushed itoshi sae, mouth left hanging, eyes narrowed, and cheeks that flushed a faint red. the sight alone just made you more insatiable, like you wanted more from him.

your lips trembled with hesitation, but your mind was made up—you wanted this. you werent about to let the moment slip away. with a breathless pause, you leaned in, your lips brushing against his tip, slow and deliberate.

"fuck." he breathed out, feeling how your lips sucked his tip. light suckles that has him sucking in a breath. you go in, inch by inch, till you only took what you can.

he cradled your head in his large hands, fingers threading through your hair with a gentle intensity, gripping just enough to make your breath hitch as he held you close. your head bobs, drool seeping out from the corner of your mouth.

"keep going." he threw his head back, abs flexing with heavy breaths. instinctively gripping his hold harsher, feeling your warm mouth wrap around his shaft. youre only encouraged to fasten yourself, feeling him twitch hard inside.

but you wanted more. more than this. you latch yourself off his cock. sae catches up with his breathing, his gaze met with yours—eyes that pleaded with unspoken desire, burning with hunger only he could satisfy. and he understood the assignment perfectly.

he guides you down on your back, hands that laid you gently as they roamed your body, tracing random patterns as he trails down, massaging your mounds, feeling the softness of them. your body heats up, seeing how he hovered over you made you excited.

he takes hold of his cock, settling them in between your folds that was covered in your wetness. your sopping cunt that pulsed, yearning for his cock to be inside.

"tell me to stop if it hurts." he warns you beforehand, of course with something that big, it would surely stretch you out like crazy. you only nod, his elbows nestled on both sides of your head.

his pretty face hovered above you, eyes locked with yours—not just with lust, but something deeper, something indescribable that sparked a flame stronger than desire, a flame you werent so sure of.

his tip prodding at your hole, your lips parted slightly in anticipation, your breath becoming impatient. he pushes his hips forward, sheathing himself more in your walls, a breathless moan slips from both your mouths, tangled in the heat between you.

you arms instinctively wrap around his neck as leverage from the stretch of his cock that slowly filled you up. sae lets out groans that filled your ears, pushing past your pussy lips. the way your walls fluttered around his cock fueled his desires more than before.

"mmh.." a grunt escapes you as your nails carve crescent marks into his toned back, your brows furrowed, eyes squeezed shut. he hisses, watching as your face scrunches in discomfort.

"does it hurt..?" he caresses your cheek with the back of his hand—gently wiping off the tears that slipped out the corner of your eyes.

"i-its okay. i want you to move." you flash him a weak smile, and his eyes widen. the way you ached for him mirrored his own longing. there was no turning back now.

slowly but gently thrusting in you, his tip poking the same spongey spot that made you into a whining mess. you cant help but arch your back, head throwing back from the pain that soon subsided with pleasure.

he longed to kiss you again, desperately latching onto your sweet lips, letting his tongue explore and taste you. the moans slipping from both your mouths were muffled in the heat of the kiss.

he grinds his hips on you. the warmth of your walls made his mind go hazy—intoxicating and unforgettable. now that hes had a taste, he knows hell never be able to let it go.

you admire his face—the way his lashes flutter and gently bat at you makes the moment feel all the more intimate. youve longed for his touch, and now, hes finally giving you just that.

your legs warp around his hips, accessing him deeper inside of you, you can feel it in your stomach. it stirs that familiar knot deep inside you—a sign that release is drawing near. he can only push in so deep, feeling his abdomen tighten.

his mouth wanders to your neck, grazing your skin with soft kisses and the occasional playful bite, marking you like a promise.

"last one." you breathed out, your lips parted as you take sight of his cheeks that flushed with the color of pink, his sharp gaze that locked on you with desperation and intensity that steals your breath.

"one more favor." his bangs clung to his forehead, pearls of sweat trailing down his skin—his abs glistening under the soft light, like marble kissed by heat. he lets out ragged breaths, his big hands that gently handled you with care, feeling up your body.

he leans in close to your ear, his breathless moans spilling into it, sending shivers down your spine as he continues his slow, deliberate thrusts.

"be mine" he says without hesitation, more like a growled, a demand. his voice laced with certainty. he knows exactly what he wants—and he’s certain you want it too. your eyes widen from his 'request', taking in his words.

you let out a giggle, pulling him in close.

"yes, i will." your breath hitches, and sae feels the way your walls tighten around him—a silent signal that youre close. he is too, chasing that final high with you, completely in sync.

"i-im close sae." you throw your head back, lost in the moment. sae doesnt respond—not with words, at least. hes too consumed, too focused on you. he wants to savor this—this moment of love that makes him feel alive again.

the sounds of a soft 'phwap' echoed repeatedly, the sounds of your squelching cunt that spilled of your juices, and the sounds of moans that escaped from your lips filled the air.

"f-fuck...sae—!" he sucked in a breath hearing the way his name rolled off your tongue. you came from your high, juices that came pouring down, making a mess on his cock and the sheets beneath you. sae helps ride out your orgasm, grinding into your sopping cunt that throbbed.

"[n-name]. he gasped out in between. hes close too. making sure he gets the feelings of your cunt for the last seconds of it. pulling out with ease, he jerks off his cock, as ribbons of cum coated your body, splattering you like a canvas he paints on. the moan of release that tore from his throat sounded like music to your ears—raw, deep, and intimate. it stirred something inside you, a warmth that coiled deep in your stomach.

the breathless moans that you both let out fill the room, releasing your arms around his neck as sae admires the mess he made on you. e quietly slips off the bed, returning moments later with a small cloth hed soaked in warm water, his touch gentle as always, with slow, careful strokes, he cleaned the warmth and sweat from your body, treating you with a quiet kind of affection.

"hey, are you okay..?" he asks, noticing how unresponsive you were—your chest rising and falling in ragged, uneven movements.

you let out a soft hum of approval, a light chuckle that fell from your lips. you sat up to meet with his gaze. theres a moment of silence between you two, after that youre not so sure what else to say.

you both took turns in the shower, washing away the warmth and sweat clinging to your skin. now, you sit quietly on the edge of his bed, the sheets cool against your legs, while sae steps out of the bathroom—running a towel through his damp hair.

he settles besides you, mattress dipping from his weight, noticing how you fiddled with your fingers on your lap. he knows youre nervous when you do that.

"whats wrong." his voice gentle, hands traveling to your nervous hands to soothe you. you exhale a deep sigh, returning your gaze to him.

"are we...." you trail off, struggling to find the right words, afraid anything you say might come out wrong and ruin the moment. The silence stretches, not uncomfortable, but heavy with things unsaid.

he knows whats on your mind. his hand finds your chin, drawing your in close.

"we are." he reassures you, he says with that stoic expression that planted on his face, followed by a sweet kiss, this time it felt different. a tender kiss full of love.

you both pull out from the kiss, and you cant help but flash a smile at him.

"i guess im not your errand 'boy' anymore haha." you giggle softly, and he responds with a low hum, his gaze distant as if his mind lingers on something unspoken.

"愛してます." your face left a puzzled expression with the sudden change of language.

"what?" you raised an eyebrow.

"i called you an errand boy." he flicks your forehead playfully, and you yelp in surprise, your hands instinctively reaching up to soothe the sting. you grumbled, pinching his cheek in retaliation.

hiii this took me so long wahh i hope u guys enjoy it :>

tags ✎: @rinrinniebaby @kaiserpussy

thank youu! for responding to my comment so quickly I was just thinking like a sort of childhood friends but the reader becomes a famous actress and sae still a footballer something cute like fluff and maybe a bit of smut but honestly whatever you prefer cause I really love your work and would like to see more of sae but it’s no rush whenever you have the time and thank youu again!!

Ughhh I had so much fun writing this request! I almost never write Sae, so something’s might be out of character, but I hope that you’re happy with what I wrote!

just a flicker - s. itoshi

cw: childhood best friends! actor!reader! language, angst, fluff, possibly ooc, some brief making out at the end

wc: 1.8k

Growing up was never easy on anyone. Growing up alongside Sae Itoshi brought even more complications. He was never quite as creative as you. Not as academic. Never as polite or gentle. If you didn’t know him, Sae was harsh. Not intentionally rude, just blunt. It was difficult to get used to if you weren’t already close to him. It was just as much a curse as it was a blessing that you knew him.

When you were little, Sae was one of your only friends. You got along well with his little brother, and he got along well with your big sister. You lived nearby. You went to the same school. Sometimes your sister would have a soccer game before his or on a field nearby. It was almost guaranteed for you to get close to him. You both had finally found someone who was equally as passionate at such a young age. He knew that he wanted to play soccer. You knew that you wanted to act. And you were both exceptionally talented already. You were both considered prodigies by all of Japan. Prodigies tended to be best friends, right?

Best friends tend to be our first heartbreak, though.

When you were both thirteen, Sae broke the news to you that he was going to Spain. You were still processing it as you sat in the back seat of his parents’ car, driving to the airport with him and the rest of his family. You didn’t talk to him at all on the way there. When you got to the airport and dropped him off at security, you told him bye and he reassured you that he’d still text. Then that was it. You watched him go through the line, and he disappeared the moment he passed through.

You didn’t speak to him for four more years.

Despite both of your promises, the years ended up going by without so much as a single word from the other. You cut ties with Rin around the same time. Now, at eighteen years old, you were world famous. You had already starred in several productions and received even more role offers. You were finally where you had always wanted to be, and there was still something missing.

Finally, the dreaded day came where you had to go fly out to Madrid for onsite filming for your new rom-com movie. The entire plane ride over, you couldn’t stop thinking about Sae. Would you run into him? Madrid was a big city, sure, but you were supposed to be there the week of one of his biggest matches of the season. Surely you’d at least see a fan or two.

Apparently you had forgotten who the love interest in your movie was supposed to be. A professional soccer player. You’d be at the goddamn stadium.

The film crew had set up just down the road from the stadium. You were standing there on a break, trying not to die in the heat, talking to one of the crew members. That was when you saw him across the street leaving the stadium. He had his practice bag slung over his shoulder. Of course, with your horrible luck, he noticed you, too. And he just stared at you, unblinking.

“Hey, Mina…? I’m gonna head to my trailer really quick. I forgot a couple of my script pages, I think,” you told the girl you were talking to, never breaking eye contact with Sae. You took a few slow steps back, and then sprinted. When you looked over your shoulder back at the stadium, his bag was abandoned on the ground and he was no where in sight. You glanced back a couple of minutes later to see him running after you through the crowd of actors and crew members.

What the hell was his problem? Why was he following you like a crazy person? Thank god your trailer was nearby, because you knew you wouldn’t ever be able to outrun him. You reached the door just before he caught up to you, slamming it shut, locking it, and throwing yourself in front of it. God, you were out of breath. He was gone, though. You were safe.

The you heard the banging. “Open the door, Y/N.” His voice was relatively calm, but clearly frustrated in his own emotionally constipated way.

“No!” You yelled back at him. Your back was still pressed against the metal door.

“Why?” He scoffed, stopping his knocking.

“Because!”

“You’re the one who stopped texting me, you can’t be mad.”

“Yeah, that’s why I don’t want to see you!”

You could almost sense him freezing on the other side of the door. “Did you just start hating me the moment I was gone?”

You froze, too. “What? No, that’s not… that’s not what I meant, okay?”

“So you’re running from your own guilt?”

That comment made you nearly stop breathing. Somehow, after four years, Sae Itoshi of all people could read you. The only person who was worse with emotions was his brother. How could he pinpoint how you felt?

So you opened the door. And you talked to him. And you got out years of pent up frustration, and confusion, and guilt. You were the one who had abandoned him, after all. You decided that it wasn’t worth it to text him when you knew that he’d be in a completely different country from you forever. Why be friends with someone you could never see? Especially when you were thirteen and just starting to realize that you were in love with him?

You started talking to him again. He texted you every morning and every night and called you once a week. It was structured, and exact, and way too Sae Itoshi. Then eventually he was flying you out to Spain for weeks at a time when you didn’t have filming. After a couple of months, you two were going on dates without ever asking each other out. Then you were going to his soccer games and he was at your movie premiers. Then you were hugging and holding hands without putting a label on your relationship. And suddenly the entire world started to think you were dating Sae Itoshi.

You were starting to think so, too.

Right when you were about to give up again and leave him to figure his own shit out, you caught it. You were just sitting in the box at one of his matches — debating what you would say to him after the game — when he scored. It happened so fast that you could barely process what he did afterward, but you could just barely catch his hand wrapping around a chain he was wearing. You had bought him that.

You could still picture the exact moment you had given him that necklace, actually. It was just a stupid silver chain with a soccer ball pendant you had found when you were hanging out with him one day. You were twelve. Back then, any mention of soccer made you think of Sae, so you thought it would have been a cute gift. His birthday was coming up anyways.

When you handed it to him, all he said was, “You’re weird.” And he shoved it into his pocket.

You never expected him to still have it, though.

The night after the match, you had planned to stay at his place pretty late having a movie night. It was your idea. He went along with it because he didn’t care enough to argue with you. So, you met him outside of the locker room like usual. You had gotten special permission to be in the back area of the stadium by then.

He gave you a small nod of acknowledgment as he left the locker room. You two walked silently beside each other as you left the stadium; you didn’t dare to open your mouth until you reached his car.

“So,” you began the moment the doors had closed and he started the engine. You weren’t entirely sure where you were going with it. “That was a nice goal.”

“Thanks.”

“Cool that you guys won.”

“Yeah.”

And then it was silent again. It was always silent when you were with Sae.

“Were you… wearing a necklace during the game?” you promoted, trying to be subtle enough to not sound crazy.

“I always do,” he shrugged, his eyes completely focused on the road.

You nodded. “Where did you get it?”

He raised a brow in confusion. “You gave it to me.”

“Oh.”

Then you both went quiet again.

After just a few minutes, you had both settled next to each other on the couch in Sae’s living room. The only movie request he had made was one of your most popular ones. In that moment, you doubted you could stand to see your own face in some shitty romance.

It took forty minutes for Sae to look over at you. “Your face is all scrunched up.”

You blinked, meeting his eyes. “Is it?”

“Yes.”

“Didn’t realize it,” you shrugged, feigning indifference as you turned your attention back to the TV screen.

“You’re so clueless,” he scoffed, clearly still staring at you.

You huffed. “Okay, rude.”

“You’re seriously clueless.”

“Stop repeating yourself, idiot,” you threw a piece of popcorn at his face, trying not to grin as it got stuck in his hair.

He rolled his eyes. “You’re an actor. Shouldn’t you be able to pick up on cues without me having to directly tell you something?”

“What do you not want to tell me?”

“I’ve been in love with you since we were twelve and you’ve been too stupid to figure it out the entire time.”

Oh.

You froze completely, not even daring to glance at him. You wanted to run and hide, to bury yourself under forty pillows, to burrow away like an ostrich. That wasn’t what you were expecting. That wasn’t what you wanted. Was it?

No. It absolutely was.

In the blur of you nodding your head, telling him that you’ve felt the same way the entire time, and whatever he had said in response, he had paused the movie and pressed his lips to yours. You had expected Sae to be more rough, maybe a bit ruthless like how he played on the field. Maybe even apathetic like how he presented himself to everyone. But he wasn’t. He was eager. He was hungry.

He placed a hand on the small of your back, gently pulling you closer. His other hand slid from your cheek to the back of your head, deepening the kiss more than you were prepared for. When you recovered from your shock, you moved your hands into his hair. Even with the intensity, he still kept the pace slow. He was still careful. For the first time in four years, he was finally somewhere to could consider home.

@graciescott27

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!!!

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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.

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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:

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 💚📱💅🏼

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😒

Bro always looks to the side😭 (he wants to be mysterious so bad 🕶⛓️🖤👀🕵🏻‍♂️)

➤Itoshi Sae eyes ⬇️

YESSS @shidoulover69 POSTED THE SECOND CHAPTER 😼❤️‍🔥 -> read it here !!

ᯓTHAT'S SO CUTEEE 🩷🩵😿

ᯓ Blue Lock Official Art ও

-> the blue-ish color is really pretty!!

THEY'RE SO CUTE, I LOVE THE DESIGNS OF THE SANRIO CHARACTERS SM, CINNAMOROLL & KUROMI 🤍💜💫🫶🏼 AND REO & NAGI LOOK SO CUTE TOO <33

➕️THE ITOSHI BROTHERS⬆️

MEMES WITH SAE'S EMO FACE (yay):

i love making these😭✌🏼

WHY IS THE ART STYLE IN THE SECOND ONE SO GODDAMN UGLY?? I BET THERE WAS ONLY, LIKE, ONE PERSON WORKING ON THE ADDITIONAL TIME AND THEY MANAGED TO MAKE HIM LOOK GOOD (BUT IN THE REAL EPISODE THEY FUCKED UP...)