Sae would always take a moment in the mornings to stare at you.
He usually woke up first, and would sit in bed for a moment before properly starting his morning routine. During that time, the sun would have started rising and his eyes would naturally drift over to you.
The morning sun illuminated you like a brilliantĀ backlight, imitating the cascade of a waterfall as the light rose in the sky. It hit the most beautiful of places - your cheeks, lips, nose and hair. Sometimes if it was much warmer and the covers were off somewhere, your shoulder and limbs, and if you were sleeping on your back, your side profile.
There was one time your eyes opened as you stirred awake, your eyes resembling a gem with facets the different shades of your eye colour. In your dreamlike state, a breathtaking smile caused his breath to hitch and his world to stop.
You're beautiful.
Almost in response to that, you turned to him, gently grabbing his hand and going back to sleep with a hum, his hand against your cheek.
He came back down to earth a solid minute later, feeling like he got a glimpse of a world he wasn't sure he was allowed in.Ā
He found himself questioning whether he was deserving of your affections and softest moments; of trespassing into a place where he couldn't return. Like eating a forbidden fruit in a garden where only he was allowed to enter.
But your skin was warm. And that's what mattered to him. You were alive, breathing and next to him. Not out of reach from him in another dimension he couldn't reach.Ā
While he was indifferent to others, the soft spot he held for you was so painfully obvious to others except you. Your obliviousness was concerning but made for great reactions.
But this - these moments where it was only the two of you in your private space and private world, he wanted to keep it to himself.Ā
He wasn't sharing.Ā
No way in his whole existence would he allow any other human being to experience this sight except for himself.Ā
He knew choosing you was easy, but he didn't realise it would make him fall so deep he couldn't find the end of the tunnel.
Did you know how you made him feel?
Probably not because you were you, and this Sae was the only Sae you knew.
Like it was routine, Sae tucked the covers around your neck and moved your hair out of your face. Without another beat, like a special gesture between the two of you, he leaned down and pressed his forehead gently against yours.Ā
These soft starts to his mornings were irresistible to him. He savoured everything, drinking it all up like a man starved, and stored it away in his memories like a precious gem in a treasure chest.Ā
Itoshi Sae x Reader (Fluff, kids in the second part)
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āYou're going out like that?āĀ
Sae didn't sound judgemental, instead he sounded exasperated, as if it wasn't enough.
āWhat do you mean? Is there anything wrong with what I'm wearing?ā You looked down to check your outfit, but you couldn't find anything wrong with it.
āIt's cold.ā His statement made you raise an eyebrow in question. It was the middle of winter.
āI love how you state the obvious.ā The corners of your lips curl into a small smile as his brows creased slightly at your answer, eyes trained on you as you continued getting ready.
āWait here.ā Sae's hand ghosted your lower back, going past you to his bedroom, a promise to come back.
You heard him rummaging through his wardrobe for a couple of minutes, and he came back out holding a folded scarf matching the colour of your shoes.
āUse this.ā He wrapped his scarf around your neck, snugly making sure it was secured and warm, fluffing it up a little so it didn't look too tight. He wrapped it around a few times so it was extra warm, stepping back to take a look at his work after it was done, a small nod confirming his satisfaction.
You've seen him wear this specific scarf a few times when you've been out, so for him to lend it to you without a second thought - it was touching! The Itoshi Sae was happy to give up his scarf for his roommate and good (or best?) friend!Ā
āThat's better.ā Sae drew a circle with his finger, āTwirl around for me.āĀ
You did as he said in choppy movements, arms out and turning around like an NPC in a game. He examined the scarf placement and placed a hand on your shoulder, indicating for you to stop as he fixed the look of the scarf behind your neck.
āAm I good to go now?ā You turned around after you felt no more movement from him, but when you did, you stopped short since he was literally right in front of you, close enough you could feel his breath.
Your breath hitched, looking up at him with eyes slightly widened at the sudden proximity.Ā
Sae just stared at you for a moment, then bumped your forehead with his lightly, much like he usually did, standing tall after as his hands went back to his side, one on his hip as he leaned on the same hip.Ā
āYeah.ā He gave you a little nod, handing you the bag you left on the living room table. You took it gratefully and beamed at him, doing another twirl to show him his scarf masterpiece. He let out an amused huff.Ā
āThank you for the scarf! Iāll make sure to keep it clean.ā You grinned, giving him a little wave as you left the house. He stood at the doorway and watched as you left, hands in his pockets as each exhale let out warm puffs of air. Once he made sure you were out of sight, he went back inside.
After you turned your back to the house, your face became furiously red and all of a sudden, you didnāt need the scarf anymore. Except, it was Sae who gave you the scarf to wear for the day, and so it was in your best interest (and his) to make sure it was taken care of. He even made sure to put it around your neck and make sure you kept warm!Ā
It wasnāt the first time heās done this, either. Since you were small, he always made sure you were warm and did something similar to take care of you, and you would always beam at him afterwards since he did it the best. He always took care of Rin the same way, too.Ā
It was only recently that you realised that each movement, each look at you and every piece of clothing he lent to you had something hidden deeper. A different meaning compared to before. Or was it that he became bolder and greedier compared to before? It felt heavier, lingering on you as you went about your day.Ā
You didnāt know because it was Itoshi Sae. A little of an enigma and sometimes hard to read.Ā
Regardless, you were grateful he treated you well, since youāve seen him treat others with a string of unyielding words and tone.
But it was just so cute - the Itoshi Sae that everyone else knew and the Itoshi Sae you knew - they were different, and you didnāt know how you felt about that!Ā No one would believe you if you told them Sae did XYZ, since they would be more inclined to believe he did ABC from his behaviour alone.
You decided you were going to just have fun today and not dwell on anything, removing Sae from your brain while you were out.
Back at the house, Sae headed back to his bedroom, eyes scanning the house that looked and sounded emptier than usual. He decided he wanted to do some packing for the trip he was going to for work, but each step he took sounded a little more hollow than the last, and he found himself replaying the scene where he put the scarf on you, your little twirls and smiles at him before you left.
ā...cute.ā
It was an almost inaudible confirmation to say that he missed you already, and when he thought about your cuteness a little too much, the tips of his ears and back of his neck went warm, making him sigh out in defeat as he buried the feeling deep in his chest and focused on preparing for his work.
āAre you ready?ā You called out to your daughter, seeing her small blue puffer jacket her uncle Rin got her, in the corner of your eye.
āYeah!ā She sat on the sofa bundled up in her unzipped puffer jacket, kicking her legs as she buzzed with excitement. You were taking her to a winter themed amusement park today, so she was super excited (Sae took extra time off to spend with her).Ā
Sae came into the room with a matching smaller scarf in his hands, hiding a ghost of a smile at his excited daughter. He sat next to her on the sofa and wrapped the scarf around her snugly, carefully making sure all angles were enclosed and no cold air would touch her skin. He zipped up her puffer, then petted her head with a small smile.Ā
āThanks Papa!ā She beamed at him, crawling onto his lap and reaching for his face. He leaned down automatically, allowing her to grab his face and press a kiss on his cheek under the eye. āMuah!āĀ Ā
You couldnāt help but stare at them adoringly, tying your hair up as you watched the scene. It was so cute and you couldnāt believe how soft Sae was!Ā
As youāve lived life with him, your Sae found you to be his safe place, and eventually after having a kid, heās become such a girldad.Ā
You met your husbandās eyes, giving him a small smile when you finished up with your hair. He picked up your daughter, holding her up with one arm as she hugged around his neck.Ā He came to you.
She reached out to you, āScarf!ā
Sae had to steady her as she leaned forward to fix your scarf, making sure you were as warm and snug as she was, incredibly steady handiwork from the protege herself, mimicking her father who did this every time it got cold.Ā
You watched with affection as she finished up her work, hands going back to latch onto her father as she looked at her work. āDone! All warm now!ā
Sae stared at the handiwork, giving a satisfied nod as he pressed his lips to his little girlās head, making her break out in a grin. āGood job.ā
His attention turned to you next, his now free hand coming up to fix your hair and anything else out of place, a lingering touch on your face as his fingers lightly traced your cheek. āReady to go?ā
You hummed affirmatively, grabbing your bags and scarf (for Sae to match with you). Sae already had the door open for you, waiting outside patiently as you finished up and locked the doors.Ā
Once done, you wrapped the scarf around him the same way he always did to you, meticulously making sure no cold air got into any crevices. Your handiwork doesn't go unnoticed by your husband, and a small smile stays on his lips as you fix his scarf up for him.Ā
āThere! Now weāre all good to go.ā You gently pat his chest, then touch his cheek once before going to prepare the car.
Your daughter looks at Sae, then you, then Sae again, grinning, āYou have hearts in your eyes, Papa!āĀ
Sae took a moment to stare at his observant daughter, seeing the same shade of his eyes looking back at him. She was the splitting image of him, but had a personality like yours. Your & Saeās precious creation.Ā
He just let out an amused exhale, the corners of his lips tugging up as he followed you to the car.
Your daughter knew her parents loved each other very much. But what she didnāt know was that Saeās fondness of you was so deep he could drown in it. Apart from soccer, he couldnāt deal with not having you by his side, and now that you have a daughter together, his growing family was at the forefront of his desires.
Sae very well knew this to his bones, and heās made sure that you did too. Your daughter, on the other hand, was still learning what love meant, so she wouldnāt understand even if he told her, but she would in due time.
She would understand and know that youāre the love of his life and the one he chose. The one who he would never let go of.
The one who kept his heart safe.
A/N: I was thinking of these images from Frieren when Sae was fixing up the scarf šø
Being chosen by Sae was like being chosen by the cat distribution system.
You met him when you were kids and he took a liking to you then, offering to play soccer with you (you tried, you really did - he looked so disappointed), taking you out to see the beach with his little brother while eating ice cream, and just chilling by your side like he belonged there (or was it that you belonged there?).
Honestly you had no idea why he chose you as a friend but since you could tell he actively sought you out with good intentions, you didn't seem to mind and just let him do what he wanted, which was just to hang out and chill in your presence.
He wasn't exactly the brightest kid, but he always did his own thing and had his own agenda to be the best striker in the world, and that fueled his desire to break free from the conventions of the crowd and be the person you knew him to be.
He was an interesting person, to say the least. It intrigued you how someone like him would take an interest in you. What was it that made him come to you? It didnāt really make any sense since there wasnāt much of an overlap in hobbies or anything.
It was merely a phase in your younger years. Good memories to look back upon after you grew up and started getting ready for university and your own career path.
Until Sae showed up out of nowhere in front of your house.
The first time you saw him again you just stood at your door frozen in shock, until he raised an eyebrow, "Aren't you going to let me in?"
Of course you let him in, served him tea and sat in silence for at least 10 minutes.
It was awkward.
"Your place hasn't changed much." Sae had a good look at your house having been there in his younger years, almost surprised it didn't change at all since the time heād been away.
His eyes drifted to you, having a good look at you after a while. "You didnāt grow that much taller either.ā
You paused, blinked a couple of times and then raised your brows, slightly flabbergasted at his comment. He was definitely taller than you but did he have to say it like that? You two were around the same height before he left!
Damn those Itoshi genes, even Rin was tall.
You clicked your tongue, having no good comeback to his words, wanting to add a bite to your words as a clapback, taking a piece from the Itoshi Sae handbook.
It was strange having him sitting in your living room, sitting like he owned the place. While now it was a rare sight, it wasnāt when you two were younger. He came over a lot to play when his parents had to go out. It was fun. You missed those times and in turn, you missed him.
Not that you would ever admit that to him, otherwise his ego would grow too much and you wouldnāt hear the end of it.
Instead, you breathed out a sigh, āItās been a while. Welcome back, Sae.ā
Sae took a sip of his tea and hummed in response. āOnly temporarily. I need to get my passport renewed.ā In his peripherals, he could see you shift in your seat, leaning forward slightly to get a closer look at him, it almost made him smirk. Almost.
āYouāll be going back soon?ā You didnāt mean for your voice to sound so sad, but it came out that way and Sae made a mental note you missed him more than you let on. Since you were young, your voice usually gave away your innermost thoughts, however subconscious they were. It was one of the things he first noticed and a habit he had engrained in his memory, being able to pick up on small things like this was what made it easy to be with you.
He placed his cup down, meeting your eyes for a short moment, then stood up and beelined to your bedroom without a second thought, wanting to see if your bedroom changed too.
Once you realised where he was going, you jumped up and nearly almost threw yourself at the poor guy, grabbing both his waist and wrist as he went to open your door, trying to pull him back. Except he barely budged, looking down at you with an impassive expression as if wanting to say āwhat are you doing?ā.
You forgot he was a soccer player and built like a wall, more so now that heās older.
Damn these muscles!
He just gave you a pointed look while noticing the flush of your cheeks, the nervousness you looked at him with, your body against his, your hand becoming clammier on his wrist the longer he just stared at you. You kept trying to pull him away from the door, which ignited his interest with what was behind it.
Was it something incriminating? His eyes gleamed with an intent of finding out what was beyond that door you so desperately wanted to protect. It was the first time heād seen you like this, but as good friends (or are you guys best friends? You donāt know), heās somewhat entitled to this secret you have, one that he would eventually know.
You were sweating - he did not need to see what was behind that door. You would die from embarrassment if he ever found out, and honestly you hoped this day would never come. Especially not on the day he just came back from Spain.
He let out an amused huff at you before continuing to move with ease, not minding the extra weight on him as you tried to drag him away or at least slow him down.
When he opened the door, he took a second to take everything in, eyes darting around the familiar bedroom.
Except he saw his face in the corner near your desk stuck on the wall.
Sae malfunctioned for a moment, his brain short circuiting at his pictures stuck on your wall, wondering where you got them, why you had so many and why you were so intent on him not seeing them.
If you guys werenāt friends, then he wouldāve called you creepy or like the rest of his fans, but since he knew you well enough and chose you, he thought it was cute. You were trying to hide this corner from him since you didnāt know how heād react, and didnāt want to end up looking like a secret fan of his or having a secret crush on him.
He could somewhat see the reasoning behind it, but that didnāt mean you had to hide it from him. He wouldāve willingly accepted this side of you as well. After all, they were pictures of him. It filled his pride and ego to know you did so willingly even as you two lost contact while he was in Spain.
Though, that doesnāt mean he wouldnāt tease you for it or bring it up in later conversations now that he knows about this.
You saw him become still in his spot for a while, which made your stomach drop and heat flood to your face, a mangled sound coming from your throat while he just stared from the door.
Sae didnāt say a word. Instead, he leaned down quickly and hooked his arm around your waist, brought you to his front and over his shoulder as he carried you into the room, right towards the desk.
You wailed in defeat, melting like jelly on his backside, held up in support by his arms as he just stared at your photo wall by your desk, holding you in place so you didnāt struggle. The last time something like this happened was when he carried you on his back after you sprained your ankle (though this situation is different).
His eyes darted to pictures from your childhood, ones where he was in it with Rin, or when it was just the two of you playing or when you failed in soccer and were crying on the ground and so on. Those were cute and reminded him of the times before he went on his trip, invoking a nostalgic feeling in his chest at how much he enjoyed those times.
When his eyes flickered to the newer addition, it seemed to be cut outs from magazines or newspapers, ones where there were articles of Sae and his achievements. He noticed you sometimes annotated them or highlighted certain parts of his interviews.
It seemed like forever until he was done looking, and halfway through he put you down onto your bed, claiming your chair as his own as he just continued looking.
āIām almost 100% sure you have some interviews of me on your computer somewhere.ā He sounded almost smug about it, making you cry out in weak protest. āYouāve been keeping tabs, huhā¦ā
He didnāt know what to feel. On one hand, part of him was happy to know he was missed and you kept tabs. Especially knowing it was you. You didnāt seem to return any of his messages while he was in Spain so he was initially annoyed and borderline angry and sought answers, but seeing you like this now, he wondered if he made a mistake.
Maybe he should get to the bottom of it today.
āIf you missed me so much, why didnāt you return any of my messages?ā He spun around on your chair to face you, leaning on the back of your chair as he brought himself closer to you. His tone didnāt hold any accusations, it was merely a question by his standards.
You purposely ignored the first part of his sentence. You didnāt want to give him the satisfaction of knowing you went specifically looking for stuff he was in. You would be able to give whatever excuse but you knew Sae would find out one way or another. Hell, he probably already knew considering how fast his brain worked.
āWhat do you mean? You didnāt send me anything.ā You raised an eyebrow, almost sounding offended since you received nothing. He fished out his phone, going to your contact and showing you all the messages he sent you over the past few years, sliding the phone into your hands to take a look.
You looked through the one-sided conversation, seeing how he always updated you on something every week at around the same time, as if it was routine. You wanted to read them, but went to check the number to match it with what was on your phone first. There must be a reason you didnāt get these messages as your number was correct on his phone.
You realised the messages were coming from a Spanish number, so the first thing you checked was whether or not your spam filter blocked everything.
āSeems like the culprit really was my spam filter.ā You showed Sae your phone, showing him all the retrieved messages. You went all the way to the first message, dated to the first few days he was in Spain. Reading the first few messages nearly brought tears to your eyes - he had said it was hot in Spain and that he had started learning some Spanish words just in case, and the visits to the soccer stadiums were grand.
āRead them later.ā Sae felt a weight fall off his shoulders. Seeing you here almost responding to his probable 200+ messages in real time was a sight to behold (he didn't want to be there when you read them though, he would flush in embarrassment). It made him feel seen, and not ignored in the years he made an effort to reach out to you. He was sure you werenāt just going to brush him off, since you were usually really good with messages and getting back to him.
If he were a cat, he would be sitting next to you and his tail would be wrapped around your arm or any area his tail could wrap around, and a low purring would indicate his contentment. Heād also want to nuzzle his face against yours and curl up in your lap.
But he wasnāt a cat, and he didnāt show his feelings easily either.
Before you could apologise for having him wait so long for a reply, Sae stood up and pushed the chair off to the side, leaning his towering frame over you, forehead touching yours as you looked up to meet his eyes suddenly.
āDonāt ever ignore me again. Even if itās not on purpose.ā
You opened your mouth to say something, but he pulled away, fixing your hair quickly and darting out the door back to the living room.
Isnāt that unreasonable?
You couldnāt help but let out a sustained breath, having unknowingly held your breath when he got close. You were unsure of what that was? And why was your heart beating faster than normal?
Was Itoshi Sae always this bold?
You swore you saw his lips curl up slightly when he moved away from you. Or were you just hallucinating?
Now you knew, he never intended to let you out of his sight. Not even when he was in Spain. He knew what or who he was loyal to, and it seemed like you were one of the constants in his life he refused to let go of.
Not now, not ever.
Sae had chosen you and made sure you knew it.
āHey, whereās your salted kelp tea?ā You heard Saeās voice from the kitchen, making you laugh lightly at how he fit so easily back in your life, like heād never left.
It left almost a bittersweet taste in your mouth. There was a lot of time that passed, but it still seemed like Sae was still Sae.
Or at least, thatās what it seemed like on the surface. As much as he observed you and noticed your habits, you did the same, and so you knew something within him had changed. It worried you, and you hoped heād eventually talk to you about it.
āIāve probably got some here. I think this was the brand you liked?ā You ducked under his arm and got to the cupboard in front of him. He naturally moved out of the way and carefully closed the cupboard above your head, hands covering the corner and the counter near your head to make sure you didnāt get hurt.
You took out the packet with a grin, beginning to make the tea as you usually did. He joined you in your activity and you made another in comfortable silence.
āSo, are you going to admit you missed me?ā Sae glanced over at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes, purposely wanting to elicit a reaction from you.
You pressed your lips into a thin line, āWhen did you become someone who teased their friends like this.ā
āIāll take that as a yes.ā If you blinked you wouldāve missed it, but you saw a ghost of a smile on his lips as he stirred the tea, finally looking somewhat relaxed.
You stirred your tea and brought it up to your lips, debating whether or not to indulge him (highly likely to backfire on you later) since you havenāt seen him in a while. Eventually, you succumbed. In a small voice, you admitted, āI was sad I didnāt receive any word from you.ā You didnāt have the guts to say that you missed him outright.
āYeah, I know. You looked like you were about to cry. Itās obvious you missed me and youāre obsessed with me with how many photos of me you have in your room.ā
āItoshi Sae, I will never speak to you again.ā
I love that you posted a blk fic after being inactive for months on the day of the World Cup opening ceremony š„² Is Sae your fav?
Hello nonnie!! š whoops HAHAHA mb š„² it has been ages hasn't it?? I've got so many drafts and things that need to be written but soft Sae just kept appearing in my head and so he was the first--
And yes he's my fav HAHAHA I'll probably write for him a lot but I do like the others too!
I'm excited for the World Cup too so yes!! I hope you are too!!!
His finger on your cheek was so light, so soft and so loving. His single digit caressed the space under your eye so lightly, almost as it wasn't there to begin with. It held so much care in the world in the space between you and Sae, with everything unsaid weighing heavily in the space.
He didn't know how he could yearn for someone so much.
He didn't even know he could do that.
Like, the Itoshi Sae? Yearning for someone? Unbelievable.
How did he even end up in this situation?
He didn't even know where or when it started.
He'd only acknowledged his feelings recently having been in denial for who knows how long, since the day you handed him a cup of tea with a soft smile and sat down next to him as you both chatted and lounged on his sofa, like it was normal for you to be by his side, after a day out that ended in rain and Sae's place was nearby.
It was so domestic it scared him - such a normal thing that broke everything he had in place, tested his walls and shook his very core.
He knew he was doomed and any attempt at denial would fail miserably.
So he just accepted it and moved along with life after a week of deliberating what came next.
Except that's when his life took a road down a different path, slightly deviating from his usual, as if an invisible force decided it for him (you). It made him approach you in a slightly different manner, one more caring towards you, with his words losing their usual bite and eyes softening towards you.
If you looked closely enough, you could notice he would offer a protective arm or hand whenever you moved, as if he was preparing to protect you should anything happen, or a hand ghosting your lower back or his legs on yours or vice versa when you're lounging around.
In public, he would be more reserved, mainly using his hands to guide you in the right direction or something less incriminating (he did not care about whether or not he's the base of rumours, but if it's you, he wants to at least protect your peace). There was a certain mundaneness to it, but Sae did whatever he could to make sure nothing happened to you.
To the untrained eye, it seemed like he was doing everything as normal, but for those who knew him for a long time, his behaviour was different. It was not the Itoshi Sae they knew. It was an Itoshi Sae doing whatever he could to be in your orbit, stay in your orbit, and be a permanent addition that stayed until the end of time, like the moon orbiting the earth.
If anything, he was claiming you to be his before you even knew it, but everyone else did. No one would dare to approach you if he was nearby, and he made sure of it, especially those who wanted something from you.
Not on his watch.
Sae didn't exactly make advanced towards you - he just happened to fall into your routine without a problem afterhis realisation, and it just seemed like it was forever you two and no one else. It was so normal for the two of you to be together that it was hard to imagine him not being there.
Which is crazy, because how does one even do that?
Because it's Sae.
The ever-observant man who's more than just a little interested in you. The one who wants to be a part of your life, and will solidify his place in it before you even realise what's taken place.
A soft sigh escaped his lips as he gently placed his hand on your head, stroking your hair lightly to not awake you.
He stared at you as if he was deciphering and analysing a painting in a museum, seeing all the brush strokes, colours, intention, specks, softness and blotches that were you - but he couldn't take the painting off the wall just yet, he wasn't allowed to. He had to wait until it could finally be in his hands, so he had to be patient. If he could have exclusive rights to hang the painting in his own museum where it was just you, he would.
But you weren't a painting, you were you.
Everything he saw, he wanted.
Everything that was you, he wanted.
He wanted you.
If you knew what was going through his mind, would you find him loathsome? Would you hate him? Would you pull away? Would you think he was disgusting? Too much?
Sometimes his own thoughts scared him.
He liked you too much to admit, yet he would never let you go if someone were to try and take you away from him.
There was a time when he laid eyes upon you and thought you were intriguing. But as he observed the interesting character that was you, he wondered why you interested him. But by then, he was already too deep.
He had some thoughts about soccer and yourself, wanting to push you to the side while he was chasing his soccer goals. Because why would he chase you when he was busy chasing his dreams?
No.
He wasn't thinking about this correctly. Why should he only chase his soccer dreams when he can chase you too?
Both can happen at once.
He was already greedy enough to want the top spot of being the best, so why not be the top person for you too?
You stirred a few headpats in, letting out a small groan as your eyes squeezed tightly together. You knew it was Sae and his headpats, so naturally your body relaxed. Before you did, your eyes opened slightly to see him sitting next to your sleeping frame at the side of the bed in his pajamas, bangs down and headpats continuing. His hands moved to push some of your stray hairs out of your face.
"Go back to sleep. I'll be here." His voice came out slightly lower, like a whisper for you only as to not disturb your sleep.
You gave a hum of approval and drifted back off to sleep, feeling safe with him there.
Sae tucked you in thoroughly, making sure you stayed warm and comfortable throughout your dreams. He wasn't going to sleep yet as he wanted to review a few soccer matches, but he was incredibly tempted to slip into bed and join you (it's his bed, but he found out that he ends up spooning you when he does this and it ends up super awkward and embarrassing on your end when you wake up - what a clingy boy).
Since you two weren't in a relationship and it almost felt too one-sided on his end (you thought he was just being nice and finally valuing you as a good friend), he didn't want to do anything to move forward too fast in the direction he wanted, especially since he wanted to savour the time in your presence in this domestic imitation of a life you had together.
He was already yours, you just didn't know it.
His eyes lingered on you for a little longer before he leaned down, just barely touching his forehead with yours as his eyes closed, then he left the room to review some matches in the living room.
The blanket you usually used was thrown over the sofa, and without a moment's thought, he wrapped it around himself as he watched the matches, comforted by your scent lingering on the blanket.
It was all so domestic, and that's how he wanted it to stay for the time being.
Being yours without your knowledge can be tiring, but Sae had all the patience to make sure you knew you owned him body and soul, as he would stay by your side until he was no longer there.
He wanted you and only you, and he would damn well make sure that was the ending for the both of you.
Just give him some time and he'll make it work.
A/N: He's so cat coded I love him so much šš he reminds me of one of the cats in my neighbourhood that would bite (I hissed at them one time they nearly bit me and they never did it again), slowly gave them pets and scratchies, and now this specific cat comes for scratches whenever I come home from work and would wait outside my door lol. Their siblings would come along for scratchies too (one of them is very affectionate and cuddly, and the other is a shy one who likes pets but low key gets bullied by the one that bites lol). Don't worry, they all get many scratchies and pets. The one that bites purposely moves away from back scratchies but likes head and neck ones lol.
i had a dream i went to nintendo and they revealed to me that all this time the real pokemon designer was this Russian guy named Vladimir Pokemondesigner and i asked him why he named jigglypuff that and he saidĀ āis puff. is jiggly. are you a jokester?ā and crushed my head like an empty soda can
Hi! I just finished Can I Meet You Again? and Iām really curious. After Sashisu and reader met again, did any of them confess?
Ohohoho š¤ that is a good question! It could really go any way tbh, could end up with any of them confessing as they've all followed reader to their current life lol
But at the same time i feel like they wouldn't want to say anything either?? Since their actions speak so much louder than their words, and after so long i think they'd just want to bask in the readers presence š¤ and of course, since their feelings seem to be different there'll likely be a lot of discourse to plan out the best possible scenario with who wants to be romantically involved with who etc. Very up in the air.
Seeing you pop up here after a year feels like I'm one of those wives waiting for their husbands to come back from war lol. I hope everythingās been going well for you, and I wish you a Merry Christmas!
š thank you! It's been a while haha, i hope you're doing well! Had a lot of things to do and picked up a few extra curricular activities after work so that's been keeping me busy.
gn!reader - 18+, MDNI (fluff but minors still shoo)
suguru waters your plants for you.
you didnāt notice at first - you always just figured you werenāt good at keeping them, that flowers always wilted and succulents managed to die when they were doomed to your care.
when he came into your life, it wasnāt even particularly salient - sure, the bouquets of daisies lasted longer, the ivy growing in the corner more green than it was before.
for him, it was easy, an action without a second thought. he cared for them as he cared for you. you, the one he needed to remind to drink water; you, the one he needed to remind to take your meds every morning; you, the one he needed to remind how much he loved you.
(if he could bring the rain inside to nourish your bones, he would; if he could bring the sun inside to warm your skin, he would)
when he opens the cupboard, grabbing a mason jar before filling it with water at your kitchen sink, you barely notice. when he walks to the pothos hanging from your ceiling and gently, carefully pours the water into it, it finally catches your attention.
āw-what are you doing?ā
his hand doesnāt shake despite the weight of the glass in it. āwatering your plants?ā itās almost rhetorical, obvious - of course he would do this? heās not even sure what youāre really asking.
āwhy?ā
sprinkling the last bit of water onto the soil, he places the empty jar into the sink. ābecause you care about them.ā
again, itās obvious.
but did you care about them? he remembers the tears that threatened to spill over your lashes when you were forced to throw away a dead monstera; he remembers the way you mourned the loss of an orchid your mother had given you; he remembers the way you honor the fallen petals from the rose bushes outside.
of course you care about them.
(he remembers, even if you donāt)
in your silence, he continues. āthe jade in the bedroom probably needs to be repotted soon, and i think the aloe in the office is about to start flowering.ā
he kept track of the way they grow.
āi didnāt even notice.ā
he smiles.
āthank you, suguru.ā and you smile back, bright like the sun.
he takes care of them, just as he takes care of you.
a/n: inspired by the pothos i had to throw away bc i managed to kill it after being told they can survive anything :'/
