Sae Itoshi reacting of you getting hurt ♡
The match had ended twenty-three minutes ago.
The stadium was still vibrating with noise.
Fans screamed from every direction while giant screens replayed the final goal above the field again and again. Camera flashes lit the stadium every few seconds, mixing with the bright white stadium lights until everything blurred together into something overwhelming.
Somewhere in the middle of all that chaos stood Sae Itoshi.
Sweat still clinging to his neck beneath the collar of his jersey.
Reporters crowded around him immediately after the match ended, shoving microphones toward his face while security struggled to control the crowd nearby.
“Thoughts on today’s performance, Itoshi?”
“Your final assist shocked everyone. Was that intentional?”
“You seemed more aggressive during the second half. Any reason?”
The interviewer laughed awkwardly.
Because he wasn’t listening anymore.
His attention kept drifting toward the lower entrance gates near the barricades.
You had texted him before the match started.
“I’ll wait near the left gate after the game :)”
Still, Sae re-read it three different times during halftime without understanding why his chest felt strangely tight afterward.
Now his eyes searched for you automatically between security guards and screaming fans.
Standing near the barricades wearing his white jersey .
Your sleeves covered half your hands because of the cold night air.
The second you noticed him looking, your face brightened immediately.
And for the first time that night, Sae looked away from the cameras willingly.
Something in his expression softened almost invisibly.
Unfortunately, other people noticed too.
One fan suddenly pointed toward you.
Another recognized the jersey.
Then the crowd shifted direction all at once to sae again.
Phones lifted instantly into the air as people started shoving toward the barricades harder, desperate to get closer to Sae before security moved him away from the field.
You looked startled immediately.
The pressure of the crowd increased within seconds.
A security guard stepped between the fans and the barriers.
People kept pushing forward aggressively anyway.
The screaming grew louder.
Bodies crushed closer together.
Sae’s eyes narrowed instantly.
Then someone slammed hard into your shoulder from behind.
Your balance broke immediately.
The metal barricade hit your back painfully before another person crashed into you again.
Your foot slipped beneath the pressure of the crowd.
And Sae watched your body hit the concrete beside the barrier.
The sound echoed violently inside his head.
For half a second, you disappeared beneath the crowd completely.
Everything inside Sae went cold.
The reporter beside him blinked.
“Itoshi, we still need one more answer for the interview—”
Every person nearby froze instantly.
Because Sae Itoshi never sounded like that.
He shoved past security immediately.
Fans screamed louder thinking he was approaching them.
He wasn’t looking at them at all.
His eyes stayed locked entirely on the ground near the barricades where security was finally dragging people backward.
Sitting against the concrete.
One arm wrapped around your ribs.
Blood slowly running down from a split near your lip.
The noise around him disappeared instantly.
You looked up after noticing him.
And despite the pain written all over your face, you still tried manage a small smile at him.
That expression nearly destroyed him.
“I’m okay,” you mouthed weakly.
Sae reached you seconds later, dropping down in front of you so fast the security guards looked shocked.
His hands grabbed your face carefully.
Like you were something fragile.
His voice cracked slightly on the last word.
That scared you more than the injury itself.
Because Sae never lost composure.
But now his hands were trembling against your face while his eyes searched every visible bruise on your body with barely hidden panic.
Around you, cameras were still recording.
Because the only thing he could focus on was the blood staining his fingers.
The car ride back to your apartment was painfully quiet.
Rain tapped softly against the windows while the city lights blurred outside.
You sat beside Sae in the backseat with an ice pack pressed against your ribs.
He hadn’t stopped staring at you once.
Every few seconds his eyes flickered back toward the bruise forming near your cheek like he still couldn’t process it.
“Sae,” you murmured softly, “I’m really okay.”
His jaw tightened slightly instead.
“You fell because of me.”
Your chest hurt a little hearing how quiet his voice sounded.
“They were trying to get to me.”
You turned toward him immediately.
Sae kept staring forward.
But his hands were clenched tightly enough to whiten his knuckles.
“I should’ve gone to you sooner.”
Like he was replaying the moment over and over inside his head.
Because now that you thought about it…
That expression on his face back at the stadium hadn’t been anger.
And somehow that felt worse.
Your apartment was quiet except for the sound of rain outside.
Sae stood in your bathroom holding antiseptic with the same expression he usually wore during interviews.
Except now his hands kept shaking slightly whenever they touched you.
You sat on the bathroom counter while he cleaned the cut near your lip carefully.
“It stings,” you whispered.
“That means it isn’t infected.”
Despite everything, a tiny laugh escaped you.
Sae’s eyes lifted toward your face immediately after hearing it.
Like your laughter physically relaxed something inside him.
His shoulders lowered slightly.
Then his fingers brushed gently beneath your chin while he cleaned another cut near your cheek.
The touch was unbelievably careful.
Like he thought pressing too hard would break you.
“You’re staring,” you murmured.
“That doesn’t answer my question.”
“I hate seeing marks on you.”
Your heart skipped painfully.
Because Sae rarely said things directly.
Hidden beneath short texts and silent gestures and irritated sighs whenever you skipped meals.
But tonight every emotion inside him looked cracked open.
“You know,” you whispered softly, “you look more hurt than I do.”
That made him stop moving entirely.
The cotton pad remained frozen against your skin.
Then slowly, Sae lowered his hand.
“I thought you got crushed.”
The confession barely sounded audible.
Your expression fell instantly.
“When I couldn’t see you…” his jaw tightened, “…I couldn’t think properly.”
Rain tapped harder against the windows.
And suddenly the image of Sae shoving through security earlier replayed inside your head all over again.
The way he looked at you like the world almost ended.
Carefully, you reached for his wrist.
Sae stared at you silently.
Then his eyes dropped toward your bruised ribs again.
Something dark flickered across his expression.
“They touched you trying to get to me.”
“You didn’t tell them to.”
You slid carefully off the counter despite the ache in your side.
Immediately Sae’s hands grabbed your waist.
“You shouldn’t be standing.”
“You shouldn’t be blaming yourself.”
His grip tightened slightly.
Because even now he still looked terrified underneath all that composure.
Like if he loosened his hold for even a second, you might disappear again.
“Sae,” you whispered softly, “look at me.”
And for the first time since the stadium, his expression finally cracked completely.
All of it sitting openly in his eyes.
“You scared me,” he admitted quietly.
Not because of what he said.
Because Sae almost never admitted needing anyone.
Yet here he was holding you like someone trying desperately to keep their world from collapsing apart.
Your arms wrapped slowly around his neck.
Then suddenly his entire body gave in all at once.
His face buried against your shoulder immediately.
His arms locked tightly around your waist despite his carefulness around your injuries.
Like he needed proof you were alive.
“You’re squeezing me,” you whispered softly.
His grip loosened instantly.
The apology came so quickly it made your heart ache again.
You smiled weakly before brushing your fingers through his damp hair.
Sae stayed silent for a long moment.
“I hated every second I couldn’t reach you.”
The honesty in his voice felt devastating.
Your fingers slowed in his hair.
Outside, rain continued falling over the city in silver streaks while headlights passed below your apartment windows.
Everything felt strangely small suddenly.
Just the sound of his breathing against your shoulder.
“You know what’s embarrassing?” you whispered eventually.
Sae hummed quietly against your neck.
“The first thing I thought after falling was that you were gonna scold me.”
That actually pulled a tiny laugh out of him.
“There he is,” you whispered dramatically. “My genius football player boyfriend.”
His hands slid carefully beneath your hoodie, fingertips resting lightly against your waist.
“And you’re obsessed with me.”
“Oh my god. Repeat that.”
“You literally admitted it.”
“You hit your head. You’re hallucinating.”
And Sae looked at you like hearing that sound fixed something broken inside him.
His forehead rested gently against yours.
Close enough for you to feel his breathing.
Close enough to notice the exhaustion beneath his eyes now that the panic had faded.
“You should sleep,” you whispered.
Sae looked at you silently for a moment.
Like the idea itself offended him somehow.
Then his arms tightened around you again.
"As if i was planning to leave anyway."
Your chest melted instantly.
Later that night, you laid against him in bed while rain continued falling softly outside.
One of Sae’s arms stayed wrapped tightly around your waist beneath the blankets.
Every few minutes his fingers brushed lightly against your skin like he was reassuring himself you were still there.
You shifted slightly against his chest.
“I keep seeing you fall.”
You turned carefully toward him in the darkness.
Even now, hours later, his expression still looked haunted.
Without saying anything, you reached up and touched his face gently.
“I’m okay,” you whispered again.
This time Sae believed you.
You could tell by the way his shoulders finally relaxed beneath your hand.
Slowly, he pulled you closer until your head rested directly above his heartbeat.
Then his lips brushed softly against your forehead.
Careful enough to feel precious.
“I love you,” he murmured quietly into your hair.
And somehow those words sounded more vulnerable coming from Sae Itoshi than anything else ever could.
A/n:- this one just randomly come to my mind and i just couldn't help myself to write it as soon as i can pls do tell me if you liked it or not꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡
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