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@diaryofsae
welcome to pink reverie ♡
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「 𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐞 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐈𝐬 𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 」
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Vivian Hugo had spent enough birthdays around professional football and his family to know exactly how they usually went.
Messages from teammates.
A few social media posts.
His family calling to wish him.
Maybe a dinner if training schedules allowed it.
Nice.
Predictable.
Efficient.
Which was why he thought absolutely nothing of it when you texted him that afternoon.
"can you come over?"
"Why?"
"Because I said so."
"Very convincing argument."
"Thank you."
By the time he arrived at your apartment that evening, he was exhausted.
Training had run longer than expected.
His legs felt heavy.
His shoulders ached.
All he wanted was a shower and eight hours of uninterrupted sleep.
Instead, he found himself standing outside your door carrying a small overnight bag.
When you finally opened it, he immediately knew something was wrong.
Or rather...
Something was different.
You were smiling too much.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Like what?"
"Like you're hiding something."
You stepped aside.
"I'm not hiding anything."
"You absolutely are."
Still, he followed you inside.
The apartment looked normal enough.
No balloons.
No giant birthday banner.
No obvious signs of celebration.
Which actually made him relax.
Good.
No surprises.
No embarrassing singing.
No attempts to make him wear a paper crown.
Then he noticed the dining table.
And stopped walking.
There, arranged neatly in the center, was a tray filled with chocolate éclairs.
Not one.
Not two.
Enough to feed an entire football team.
Vivian stared.
Then stared some more.
"..."
"..."
"You made those?"
You suddenly looked very interested in the wall behind him.
"Maybe."
"Maybe?"
"They're homemade."
He turned toward you slowly.
"You made homemade éclairs?"
"I watched six tutorials."
"Six?"
"The first batch exploded."
"What?"
"The second batch looked like football boots."
"What?"
"The third batch was acceptable."
Vivian couldn't stop laughing.
You immediately pointed an accusing finger at him.
"Don't laugh."
"You said they exploded."
"That's not the point."
"It is absolutely the point."
His laughter filled the room.
The tiredness he'd carried all day seemed to disappear little by little.
When he finally calmed down, he looked back at the tray.
The éclairs weren't perfect.
A few were uneven.
Some had more chocolate than others.
One looked slightly crooked.
But somehow that only made them better.
More real.
More yours.
"When did I even tell you éclairs were my favorite?"
You shrugged.
"Months ago."
"Months ago?"
"After a match."
Vivian frowned.
"I don't remember that."
"I do."
Of course you did.
Because that was who you were.
You remembered random conversations.
Tiny details.
The things most people forgot.
"You said your grandmother used to buy them for you when you were younger."
His expression softened.
He had forgotten he'd ever told you that.
Yet somehow you hadn't.
And suddenly the tray of pastries wasn't just dessert anymore.
It was proof that you'd been listening all along.
The realization left him strangely speechless.
Which almost never happened.
"You remember weird things."
You smiled.
"I remember important things."
Something warm settled in his chest.
Quiet.
Comfortable.
Dangerous.
The kind of feeling that made him realize just how attached he'd become.
Dinner followed soon after.
Nothing fancy.
No expensive restaurant.
No luxury reservation.
Just food ordered from a local place because neither of you felt like cooking.
The two of you sat together on the floor, talking about everything and absolutely nothing.
Training.
Friends.
Upcoming matches.
Funny comments he'd seen online.
At one point you started telling a story so dramatically that you accidentally knocked over your drink.
Vivian nearly choked laughing.
"You did that on purpose."
"I absolutely did not."
"That was a tactical error."
"You sound like a coach."
"I am dating chaos."
"Excuse me?"
"Chaos."
He pointed directly at the spilled drink.
"Evidence."
Hours passed without either of you noticing.
The city lights outside grew brighter.
The apartment grew quieter.
Eventually the conversation faded into comfortable silence.
You were sitting beside him on the couch when he reached for another éclair.
His fourth.
Maybe fifth.
You had stopped counting.
"You're enjoying those."
"They're good."
"You've said that five times."
"They are."
"You don't have to spare my feelings."
Vivian looked genuinely offended.
"I'm not."
"You are."
"I'm really not."
He took another bite.
Then another.
Then pointed at the tray.
"Look."
"What?"
"There's barely any left."
"That's because you've eaten half of them."
"Exactly."
You laughed.
And for a moment he simply watched you.
No cameras.
No reporters.
No teammates.
No expectations.
Just you.
Laughing in your living room.
The sight made something inside him ache in the best possible way.
Eventually you noticed he had gone quiet.
"What?"
He shook his head.
"Nothing."
"Vivian."
"It's just..."
He hesitated.
Rare for him.
Very rare.
Then he looked around the room.
At the half-empty tray of éclairs.
The messy coffee table.
The blankets.
The soft lighting.
At you.
"Today felt nice."
You smiled.
"Good."
"No."
His voice dropped slightly.
"I mean really nice."
Something about his expression made your chest tighten.
"You know, people usually make birthdays feel like events."
You tilted your head.
"What do you mean?"
"Everything becomes bigger. Louder."
He glanced toward the tray.
"But this..."
His smile was small.
Genuine.
Beautiful.
"This just felt like spending time with someone I love."
The words slipped out naturally.
Without hesitation.
Without performance.
Just honesty.
Your breath caught.
Vivian seemed equally surprised by how easily he'd said it.
Yet he didn't take it back.
Instead, he reached for your hand.
Interlocking your fingers together.
Holding them there.
Comfortably.
Like he'd done it a thousand times.
"Thank you."
You squeezed his hand.
"For what?"
His gaze drifted toward the remaining éclairs.
Then back to you.
"For remembering."
And somehow, out of everything that happened that night, those two words became the part you remembered most.
Not the food.
Not the gifts.
Not even the birthday.
Just the quiet look in Vivian Hugo's eyes when he realized someone had paid attention to the little things.
The things that mattered.
The things that made him feel loved.
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To be loved is wonderful.
To be remembered is something else entirely.
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A/n:- happy birthday to our viviii!!a vivi fluff fic for our vivi gurlies!!^^have a good day and hope you like it!!
@diaryofsae pls do not post my work on any platform or claim my work as ai
Small Things♡
sae itoshi x reader
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Sae Itoshi was not the kind of person who noticed small things.
At least, that's what everyone believed.
They saw the cold stares, the clipped answers, the way he walked past people as if the entire world was background noise. They assumed he didn't care.
You knew better.
Because every morning, without fail, a sports drink would mysteriously appear on your desk whenever you forgot to bring one.
Because when you once mentioned your favorite café was closing early due to renovations, he somehow knew the exact date it reopened.
Because whenever practice ended late, he'd slow his pace just enough for you to catch up, pretending it wasn't intentional.
"You're staring."
His voice pulled you from your thoughts.
Sae sat beside you on the stadium steps, one leg stretched out, the evening sun painting gold across the field.
"You do that a lot," he added.
"I'm thinking."
"That's usually dangerous."
You gasped dramatically.
"Did Sae Itoshi just make a joke?"
"It wasn't a joke."
"It absolutely was."
"It wasn't."
"It was."
"It wasn't."
You stared at each other for a moment.
Then, to your complete shock, the corner of his mouth twitched upward.
A smile.
A tiny one.
The rarest phenomenon known to mankind.
You pointed at him like you'd just discovered a new species.
"There it is!"
Immediately, his face went blank again.
"Never mind."
"Too late. I've seen it."
"Forget it."
"I'm telling everyone."
"Try it."
You laughed.
The sound echoed across the empty stadium.
For a second, Sae simply watched.
Not annoyed.
Not impatient.
Just watching.
The kind of look people gave when they wanted to memorize something.
The realization made your chest tighten.
"What?" you asked.
"Nothing."
"That's suspicious."
"It's not."
You narrowed your eyes.
He ignored you.
Typical.
The silence that followed wasn't awkward.
With Sae, it rarely was.
The sky slowly darkened above you, shades of orange melting into blue.
Most people expected conversations to fill every quiet moment.
Sae never did.
He seemed to understand that sometimes company was enough.
After a while, he stood.
"We should go."
You sighed dramatically.
"The moment was nice while it lasted."
"It wasn't a moment."
"It totally was."
He rolled his eyes.
Yet when you stood up and nearly tripped over your own shoelaces, his hand immediately caught your wrist.
Steady.
Instinctive.
Like he'd done it a hundred times before.
For a brief second, neither of you moved.
Then Sae let go.
"Careful."
Three syllables.
Simple.
Ordinary.
Yet somehow they felt warmer than any speech.
You smiled.
"Thanks."
He looked away first.
"...Yeah."
And as the two of you walked home beneath the evening sky, you couldn't help but think that maybe everyone else was wrong.
Sae Itoshi noticed the small things.
Especially when they were about you. ______________________________________________
⋆。˚ ☁︎ ˚。⋆
he never said he cared.
he didn't have to.
⋆。˚ ☁︎ ˚。⋆
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A/n:- Thankuuu for reading all my stories and giving them so much love!!i might not post daily but i will try to post as much as i can!!
@diaryofsae pls don't post this story somewhere else without my consent or claim it as ai and i only post in tumblr!!reblogs are available and request , massages are available too!! feel free to ask or massage or drop a request on the comment box and please tell me if you like my post !!byeeeee—!!
A Picture A Memory ♡
A fanfic of sae itoshi X reader ♡
Enjoy ^^
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The day had been good.
Not extraordinary.
Not life-changing.
Just... good.
The kind of day that slipped by quietly. A few hours spent wandering around the city. A stop at a café neither of you planned to visit. A bookstore. A convenience store. A dozen small conversations about nothing important.
The kind of day that left your feet aching by the time you got home.
You were sitting cross-legged on the couch, scrolling through the photos you'd taken.
Most of them were stupid.
A blurry picture of a cat.
A crooked photo of your drink.
A picture of Sae looking annoyed because he'd noticed you pointing the camera at him.
You smiled to yourself and kept scrolling.
Then you stopped.
It was a photo someone had taken of you earlier that afternoon.
You stared at it.
And immediately grimaced.
"No."
You zoomed in.
Your hair was a mess.
Your smile looked weird.
Your posture was awkward.
The lighting wasn't doing you any favors either.
You pressed the delete button.
"Don't."
The voice came from across the room.
You blinked.
Sae was sitting at his desk, looking through something on his laptop.
He hadn't even looked up.
Slowly, you lowered your phone.
"...What?"
"Don't delete it."
Now he glanced over.
You frowned.
"Why?"
"It's fine."
"It's not."
"It is."
You stared at him.
Then back at the photo.
Then at him again.
"Be serious."
"I am."
"Sae."
"You asked."
You let out an annoyed sigh and held the phone up.
"Look at this."
He did.
For a moment, his eyes stayed on the screen.
No reaction.
No expression.
Just quiet observation.
Then he handed the phone back.
"It's fine."
You looked at him like he'd lost his mind.
"No, it isn't."
"You look the same."
"That is absolutely not the point."
A small pause.
Then:
"I don't like it."
Sae leaned back in his chair.
The room was quiet except for the faint sound of traffic outside.
You expected him to drop the subject.
Instead, he looked at the photo again.
This time a little longer.
And then he said quietly,
"You looked happy."
The words caught you off guard.
You blinked.
"What?"
"You looked happy."
His tone was matter-of-fact.
As if that explained everything.
As if that was the most obvious thing in the world.
You looked down at the photo again.
Not at your hair.
Not at the awkward angle.
Not at any of the things that had bothered you a minute ago.
Just your face.
Your smile.
The one you'd immediately picked apart.
"You can't even tell," you muttered.
"I can."
The answer came instantly.
Like there hadn't been a second of doubt.
Your chest tightened slightly.
You hated when he did that.
When he said something simple and somehow made it impossible to argue back.
You looked away first.
"Still a bad picture."
Sae didn't respond.
You took that as a victory.
For approximately ten seconds.
Then he reached over.
"Give me that."
Before you could react, he took your phone.
"Sae."
No response.
"Sae."
Still nothing.
You watched him scroll through your camera roll.
Your eyes narrowed.
"What are you doing?"
He ignored you.
Which was never a good sign.
A few moments later, he turned the screen toward you.
You stared.
There were photos you didn't even remember him taking.
One of you reading a menu.
One of you laughing at something.
One of you looking through bookshelves.
One of you staring out a train window.
One of you holding a coffee cup with both hands because it was cold outside.
You looked up.
Confused.
"When did you take these?"
Sae shrugged.
As if that wasn't an insane amount of candid photos to have.
Your eyes dropped back to the screen.
There were so many.
Not a single posed one.
Not a single perfect one.
Most of them were moments you hadn't even noticed.
Moments you would've forgotten completely.
"Why do you have all of these?"
The question came out softer than you intended.
Sae looked at the screen.
Then at you.
Then back at the screen.
"You never notice when you're smiling."
The room suddenly felt very quiet.
You didn't know what to say.
For once.
No sarcastic reply.
No comeback.
Nothing.
Because he wasn't teasing you.
He wasn't flirting.
He wasn't trying to be romantic.
He sounded genuinely confused that you couldn't see what he saw.
Like it was obvious.
Like it had always been obvious.
Your throat felt tight.
So instead of answering, you grabbed your phone back.
Locked it.
And set it beside you.
Sae returned to whatever he'd been doing before.
The conversation ended there.
Just like most conversations with him did.
No dramatic confession.
No grand speech.
No movie-worthy moment.
Just silence.
Comfortable silence.
Hours later, after he'd fallen asleep, you found yourself opening your gallery again.
Your thumb hovered over that same photo.
The one you'd wanted to delete.
For a long moment, you stared at it.
This time, you didn't notice your hair.
Or the angle.
Or anything else you'd hated earlier.
You only remembered how hard you'd been laughing moments before it was taken.
How warm the sun had felt.
How good that day had been.
And somewhere in the back of your mind, you heard his voice again.
You looked happy.
Your thumb moved away from the delete button.
And for some reason, that tiny action made your chest ache.
In the gentlest way possible.
So you locked your phone.
Turned toward the couch where Sae was sleeping. And smiled...
The picture stayed the same..
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A/n:- thank you for reading@diaryofsae no repost or claim my work as ai pls(〃゚3゚〃)
⋆°.⋆♡ Your son recognises sae everywhere you go!
Your son is growing at a scary rate.
Just yesterday, he was a little baby, defenseless to the world, could barely lift his head on his own and needed either yours or Sae's help to do basically anything. But now that he’s a toddler, he’s getting more and more independent by the day, not to mention he is getting much bigger too. So it’s only normal that his clothes and little baby shoes wouldn’t fit him anymore.
Hence why you two are shopping together this evening, in search of new things for him to wear that will probably not fit in the next few weeks anyways. It was just the two of you today as Sae was playing abroad currently, but his presence was still felt because you kept on sending pictures of all the outfits you’ve built for your son during your little shopping trip, which is being sponsored by your dear husband, of course.
After going to a bunch of clothing stores and getting something that caught your son’s fancy — which was a harder task than you expected. He’s very picky and knows what he likes even at such a young age — you walk into a sports department store, now looking for some new cleats for your son to wear in his football practice.
“[S/N] baby, do you like this colour?” You pick up a pair of cleats that you think he’d like, but when you turn around to show them to him…he’s not there.
And obviously you started to panic.
“[S/N]? Where are you?” you don’t even care that people are looking your way funny right now, all you care about is finding your son. Just where the hell did this kid go? Why does he feel the need to give you random heart attacks like this all of the time? “[S/N], you’re scaring me now. Where are you—”
Just as you were about to really lose your mind, you found him, and you let out a sigh of relief.
You would’ve scolded him for walking away from you and making you worry, but you see him hold onto a cardboard cutout of Sae displayed in the store due to some partnership he has, that anger caused by the small panic episode he gave you fades away.
“Papa? Why are you here…” God he’s so cute…
“Baby, that’s not papa. Papa is in another country now, remember?” He doesn’t seem to listen to you, he keeps on holding onto the cutout and even goes as far as to hug it and that makes your heart melt even more.
Guess you have to take a picture of this too and send it to Sae. Maybe seeing how much his son misses him will make him play better.
an — sae's cutout is hitting the u-20 arc pose iykyk
© ʟᴜꜱʜʙᴜɴꜱꜱꜱ ᴇꜱᴛ 2025, ty for reading <33 line dividers by me <33
My heartttt!!!( ≧Д≦)
itoshi sae and his ideal type !
if there was one thing about sae, it’s that he’s the most honest person around.
it was always safe to ask him for unsolicited advice because of how blunt he was. he never held back a single thought, never sugarcoated any of his words.
you never felt as if you had to question his words, because he was just so straightforward. and sae always says things so plainly—which was also why it was particularly heartwarming to hear him say “i love you.”
but there’s one secret that itoshi sae would never, not once in his life, tell you.
“big brother, have you ever thought about who you’re going to marry when you grow up?” rin asked, round aquamarine eyes stared at his older brother.
“isn’t that obvious?” sae replied, raising an eyebrow. “i’m going to marry soccer, duh!”
“but big brother, soccer can’t kiss you or hug you.” rin said worriedly. at ages 5 and 7, neither of the two were particularly knowledgeable in the field of romance.
“erghhhhh…” sae gripped rin’s hand. “then i’ll marry someone who is kick ass at soccer and can beat me in a one-on-one! yeah, that’s my type. someone who’s super duper good at soccer.”
now, sae stares at you, arms crossed and eyes narrowed, as you struggle with the soccer ball in front of you. the more you chase it, the farther it goes. the more you kick it, the more out of control it gets. you’ve fallen face first on multiple occasions just today.
he lets out a sigh before he picks up the soccer ball. “you’re awful,” he looks at you disapprovingly, your hands and parts of your face covered in soot. “when was the last time you touched a soccer ball?” sae asks.
“before today…? like, elementary school.” you recount. sae deadpans; no wonder you’re so bad at this.
“looks like there’s no hope.” he swipes his thumb across your face, brushing away some of the soot. when you lean into his touch, his eyes soften ever-so-slightly.
it’s ironic, a total cruel twist of fate. after all, sae had promised himself to marry someone who was a pro at soccer. but instead, he ended up with a total amateur and could barely touch a soccer ball without faceplanting.
but as sae watches you use your fists as a weak attempt to clean your face, he can’t help but feel warmth seep through his chest.
soccer or not, pro or not, it doesn’t matter to sae. because as long as it’s you, even if you’re a total idiot at soccer, sae would choose you every single day of the week.
writing this at 4 am in the airport rn :p i’ve got a 6 hour layover after my flight, then i’ve got a 13 hour flight. i’ll try to get in as many drabbles as i can
© 𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧, 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐫, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟔. 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐢.
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𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐨 @/𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝-𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬!
So sweet!!i am literally crying!!!.·´¯`(>▂<)´¯`·.!!
You Mistook My Fading As Leaving:-
Saei itoshi X reader short fanfic ♡
Warning: depression , reader suffering, sae mistook your feelings,both suffering in different ways, argument, a lot of agnst at the first and slight fluff at the end!!
Enjoy ^^
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The worst part about losing yourself wasn't the sadness.
It was how quietly it happened.
Nobody noticed when you stopped laughing as much.
Nobody noticed when your replies became shorter.
Nobody noticed when you started staring at your ceiling at three in the morning, wondering why getting through another day felt so impossibly difficult.
Life didn't fall apart all at once.
It unraveled thread by thread.
And by the time you realized you were drowning, you were already too exhausted to ask for help.
So you didn't.
You smiled.
You nodded.
You told everyone you were fine.
Including him.
Especially him.
Because if there was one thing you couldn't bear, it was becoming a burden.
Sae Itoshi was many things.
Cold.
Blunt.
Unforgiving.
But he was never careless.
Which was why he noticed the changes almost immediately.
You stopped texting first.
Stopped sending random photos.
Stopped waiting for him after practice.
Stopped reaching for his hand.
The affection that had once flowed so naturally between you seemed to disappear little by little.
And Sae didn't know why.
At first, he ignored it.
Then he grew irritated.
Then he started overthinking.
A dangerous thing for someone like Sae.
Because Sae didn't understand emotions.
He understood results.
Patterns.
Actions.
And your actions were telling him one thing.
You were pulling away.
The thought settled in his chest like poison.
You didn't love him anymore.
That had to be it.
What other explanation was there?
You barely looked at him these days.
Your smiles never reached your eyes.
Conversations felt forced.
Every attempt he made to close the distance was met with another step backward.
And the more you retreated, the more frustrated he became.
Neither of you understood the other.
You thought you were protecting him from your problems.
Sae thought you were preparing to leave.
It all came crashing down on a rainy Thursday evening.
You had canceled plans again.
The fourth time that month.
Your phone buzzed relentlessly until eventually you answered.
"What?"
The exhaustion in your voice made his jaw tighten.
"Where are you?"
"Home."
"You canceled again."
Silence.
"I know."
"Do you?"
The sharpness of his voice startled even you.
Your grip tightened around your phone.
"Sae..."
"No."
For once, he cut you off.
"No more excuses."
You closed your eyes.
Immediately, a headache bloomed behind them.
You were too tired for this.
Too tired for anything.
"Can we talk later?"
"Why?"
The question came fast.
Cold.
Direct.
"Because I'm tired."
"You've been tired for months."
The words struck harder than he intended.
Because he was right.
You had been tired for months.
Exhausted.
Broken.
Barely functioning.
But hearing it out loud felt like a knife sliding between your ribs.
"You wouldn't understand."
The second the words left your mouth, the atmosphere changed.
Dangerously.
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing."
"Don't do that."
Your throat tightened.
"Do what?"
"Shut me out."
The frustration in his voice was impossible to miss now.
For a moment, neither of you spoke.
Rain tapped softly against your windows.
The silence stretched.
Heavy.
Uncomfortable.
Until finally Sae spoke again.
And this time his voice was quieter.
Somehow that made it worse.
"If you don't want this anymore, just say it."
Everything inside you froze.
"What?"
"If you're done with me, say it."
The world seemed to stop spinning.
You stared at your phone.
Certain you had heard him wrong.
"Sae..."
"Because I don't know what else I'm supposed to do rather then this."
His voice cracked for the first time.
Barely.
But enough.
"You avoid me."
Another blow.
"You barely talk to me."
Another.
"You look at me like you aren't even there anymore."
Another.
"And every time I try to ask what's wrong, you push me away."
Your vision blurred.
Not because he was yelling.
Because every word hurt.
Not because they were cruel.
Because they were true.
You had pushed him away.
You had disappeared.
You had become a ghost in your own life.
And now he was standing in the ruins asking why.
The worst part?
You didn't know how to answer.
How could you explain something you didn't understand yourself?
How could you tell him that waking up every morning felt like climbing a mountain?
How could you explain that sometimes even breathing felt exhausting?
That you weren't pulling away because you stopped loving him.
You were pulling away because you stopped loving yourself.
The silence lasted too long.
Sae took it as an answer.
His expression hardened.
And something in your chest shattered.
"Forget it."
The call ended.
Just like that.
You stared at the dark screen.
Then at your reflection.
You looked terrible.
Tired.
Empty.
Pathetic.
A burden.
The word echoed endlessly inside your head.
Burden.
Burden.
Burden.
You sank to the floor.
And for the first time in weeks, you cried.
Not quietly.
Not gracefully.
The kind of crying that hurt.
The kind that left your chest aching and your throat raw.
You buried your face in your arms and sobbed until you couldn't breathe properly.
Until your body shook.
Until every terrible thought you'd spent months hiding finally spilled out.
Hours passed.
The room grew darker.
The rain never stopped.
Neither did the ache inside your chest.
Meanwhile, Sae couldn't focus.
Couldn't train.
Couldn't think.
Something felt wrong.
Terribly wrong.
The argument replayed inside his head over and over.
Your voice.
Your silence.
The exhaustion.
The hopelessness.
And suddenly it clicked.
Not rejection.
Not indifference.
Pain.
You hadn't looked like someone falling out of love.
You looked like someone falling apart.
The realization made his stomach drop.
For the first time in a very long time, fear wrapped itself around his ribs.
By the time he reached your apartment, his heart was beating so hard it made him angry.
Angry at himself.
Angry at the situation.
Angry that he hadn't seen it sooner.
When you finally opened the door, his chest tightened.
You looked exhausted.
Eyes swollen.
Face pale.
Like someone carrying a weight far too heavy for one person.
For a moment neither of you spoke.
Then your lip trembled.
And everything collapsed.
"I'm sorry."
The whisper broke something inside him.
You started crying before you could stop yourself.
The tears came faster and faster until you could barely breathe.
"I'm trying."
Your voice cracked.
"I'm really trying."
Sae stood frozen.
"I know."
"No, you don't."
A sob escaped you.
"I'm tired all the time."
Another.
"I don't know what's wrong with me."
Another.
"And I keep making everything worse."
The words dissolved into tears.
Months of pain poured out all at once.
Every fear.
Every insecurity.
Every awful thought.
And for once, Sae didn't interrupt.
Didn't correct you.
Didn't tell you to stop.
He simply listened.
When your knees nearly gave out beneath you, he caught you immediately.
Firm hands.
Steady.
Reliable.
The same way he'd catch a ball before it hit the ground.
Only this time it was you.
You buried your face against his chest and cried harder than you ever had before.
And for the first time in months...
You didn't cry alone.
Sae's hand rested on the back of your head.
Awkward.
Unpracticed.
But unwavering.
"I'm not leaving."
The words were quiet.
Simple.
Certain.
You broke all over again.
Because you hadn't realized how desperately you needed to hear them.
"I'm not going anywhere."
And this time, when the darkness tried to pull you under, there was someone standing beside you.
Refusing to let go.
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A/n:- i feel like crying..(´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥`)
Sae Itoshi reacting of you getting hurt ♡
The match had ended twenty-three minutes ago.
Japan won.
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.
Cold-faced.
Perfect posture.
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?”
“ fine.”
“Your final assist shocked everyone. Was that intentional?”
“Yes.”
“You seemed more aggressive during the second half. Any reason?”
“No.”
The interviewer laughed awkwardly.
Sae didn’t.
Because he wasn’t listening anymore.
His attention kept drifting toward the lower entrance gates near the barricades.
Toward you.
You had texted him before the match started.
“I’ll wait near the left gate after the game :)”
Such a simple message.
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.
And then he spotted you.
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.
Small.
Brief.
But real.
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.
Fast.
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.
“Sae!”
A security guard stepped between the fans and the barriers.
It didn’t help.
People kept pushing forward aggressively anyway.
The screaming grew louder.
Bodies crushed closer together.
Sae’s eyes narrowed instantly.
Something felt wrong.
Too many people.
Too much movement.
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.
Harder this time.
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.
Half a second.
That was enough.
Everything inside Sae went cold.
“Move.”
The reporter beside him blinked.
“Itoshi, we still need one more answer for the interview—”
"I said move"
Silence.
Every person nearby froze instantly.
Because Sae Itoshi never sounded like that.
Not irritated.
Not emotionless.
Terrified.
He shoved past security immediately.
Fans screamed louder thinking he was approaching them.
Idiots.
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.
And then he saw you.
Sitting against the concrete.
Breathing unevenly.
One arm wrapped around your ribs.
Blood slowly running down from a split near your lip.
Your hands were shaking.
Sae stopped walking.
The noise around him disappeared instantly.
Muted.
Worthless.
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.
Liar.
Sae reached you seconds later, dropping down in front of you so fast the security guards looked shocked.
His hands grabbed your face carefully.
Too carefully.
Like you were something fragile.
“Where does it hurt?”
“I’m okay, Sae, really—”
“Where.”
His voice cracked slightly on the last word.
That scared you more than the injury itself.
Because Sae never lost composure.
Ever.
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.
People were whispering.
Reporters stared openly.
Sae ignored all of them.
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.
Not 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.”
No response.
His jaw tightened slightly instead.
The silence stretched.
Heavy.
Uncomfortable.
Until finally:
“You fell because of me.”
Your chest hurt a little hearing how quiet his voice sounded.
“No I didn’t.”
“They were trying to get to me.”
“That’s not your fault.”
“It is.”
You turned toward him immediately.
Sae kept staring forward.
Expression blank.
But his hands were clenched tightly enough to whiten his knuckles.
“I should’ve gone to you sooner.”
“Sae—”
“I saw you disappear.”
The words came out low.
Almost detached.
Like he was replaying the moment over and over inside his head.
Your throat tightened.
Because now that you thought about it…
That expression on his face back at the stadium hadn’t been anger.
It had been fear.
Real fear.
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.
Cold.
Focused.
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.
“Good.”
You blinked.
“That means it isn’t infected.”
“…you’re so romantic.”
“hm..whatever...”
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.
Just 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.
“You’re injured.”
“That doesn’t answer my question.”
Silence.
Then finally:
“I hate seeing marks on you.”
Your heart skipped painfully.
Because Sae rarely said things directly.
He loved quietly.
Hidden beneath short texts and silent gestures and irritated sighs whenever you skipped meals.
But tonight every emotion inside him looked cracked open.
Exposed.
Raw.
“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.
“Sae…”
“When I couldn’t see you…” his jaw tightened, “…I couldn’t think properly.”
The room went silent.
Rain tapped harder against the windows.
And suddenly the image of Sae shoving through security earlier replayed inside your head all over again.
The panic in his voice.
His shaking hands.
The way he looked at you like the world almost ended.
Your chest ached.
Carefully, you reached for his wrist.
“I’m here now.”
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.”
“But it still happened.”
You slid carefully off the counter despite the ache in your side.
Immediately Sae’s hands grabbed your waist.
Too fast.
Like instinct.
“You shouldn’t be standing.”
“You shouldn’t be blaming yourself.”
His grip tightened slightly.
Your heartbeat stumbled.
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.”
He did.
And for the first time since the stadium, his expression finally cracked completely.
Exhaustion.
Fear.
Guilt.
All of it sitting openly in his eyes.
“You scared me,” he admitted quietly.
That nearly broke you.
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.
At first he froze.
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.
Still warm.
Still here.
“You’re squeezing me,” you whispered softly.
His grip loosened instantly.
“…sorry.”
The apology came so quickly it made your heart ache again.
You smiled weakly before brushing your fingers through his damp hair.
“It’s okay.”
Sae stayed silent for a long moment.
Then quietly:
“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 you.
Just him.
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.
A real one.
Soft.
Tired.
Beautiful.
“You thought correctly.”
“There he is,” you whispered dramatically. “My genius football player boyfriend.”
His hands slid carefully beneath your hoodie, fingertips resting lightly against your waist.
“You’re impossible.”
“And you’re obsessed with me.”
“No.”
“Sae.”
“…a little.”
You gasped quietly.
“Oh my god. Repeat that.”
“No.”
“You literally admitted it.”
“You hit your head. You’re hallucinating.”
You laughed again.
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.
“So should you.”
“Stay with me then.”
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.
Possessive.
Protective.
Every few minutes his fingers brushed lightly against your skin like he was reassuring himself you were still there.
Still breathing.
Still safe.
You shifted slightly against his chest.
“Sae?”
“Hm.”
“You’re still awake.”
Silence.
Then quietly:
“I keep seeing you fall.”
Your heart shattered.
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.
Strong.
Steady.
Safe.
Then his lips brushed softly against your forehead.
One kiss.
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.
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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꒱˖♡
Before you guys come at me and start hating on Rin, I want to say something first.
Since the very beginning of Blue Lock, Rin has been carrying the title of the number one player. While other players fumbled, missed shots or made mistakes at some point, Rin never did. He was always consistent, always perfect, always the one everyone expected to score.
And honestly? That's exactly why people are reacting so harshly now.
Because Rin was always "perfect," people started treating him like he's not allowed to make mistakes anymore. Everyone expects him to score every goal, dominate every match and stay untouchable all the time, completely forgetting that he's still a football player at the end of the day. He's still just a 16 year old boy and he has the right to fail sometimes.
For example, Isagi became number one after growing throughout the entire series. We literally watched him learn, adapt, fail, improve and slowly climb to the top step by step and that development is amazing. But Rin's situation is different. He started at the top, which means people only notice him when he falls even slightly.
So no, I genuinely do not care about what happened in the latest chapter. I do not care that Rin missed. Missing shots is NORMAL in football. Even the best players in the world miss chances. One mistake does not erase everything he has done until now.
If anything, I know Rin will only work harder after this because that's the kind of person he is.
And that's exactly why I'll continue supporting and defending him. He will always be the number one player for me.
So if you want to hate on him, please do it somewhere else because I genuinely don't want that negativity around me. Rin haters are getting blocked immediately. No mercy will be shown ☺️
Finally found someone who is actually looking at this situation more clearly then those who doesn't even read the manga properly and comes quickly to judge a player who they didn't even know about clearly.ʕಠ_ಠʔ..this is getting really serious ...like people are slandering rin for doing what he was taught to!? ಠಿヮಠThank you so much for saying it out loud @itoshiabi !!( ╹▽╹ )/!
Sae Itoshi as your boyfriend ♡
𖹭 sae is the type of boyfriend who pretends not to care, yet notices every tiny change in your mood immediately.
𖹭 sae remembers small details about you without even trying. your favorite snacks, your sleeping schedule, the songs you replay when you’re sad.
𖹭 whenever you’re walking together, sae automatically pulls you to the safer side of the road.
𖹭 sae rarely says “i love you” directly, but he shows affection through actions instead of words.
𖹭 sae secretly loves when you wear his hoodies, even though he complains about never getting them back.
𖹭 late night calls with sae are mostly quiet, filled with soft breathing and sleepy conversations neither of you wants to end.
𖹭 sae gets jealous easily but hides it behind cold expressions and shorter replies.
𖹭 if someone flirts with you, sae's arm instantly wraps around your waist possessively.
𖹭 sae absolutely notices when you stop taking care of yourself properly. he’ll quietly remind you to eat, sleep, or drink water without making it overly emotional.
𖹭 sae prefers physical affection in private rather than public.
𖹭 forehead kisses become sae's favorite habit after exhausting days.
𖹭 sae acts annoyed when you play with his hair, but secretly relaxes into your touch every single time.
𖹭 sae is the type to stare at you silently while you talk, memorizing every expression without realizing it.
𖹭 sae saves random pictures of you on his phone but never admits it.
𖹭 during arguments,sae becomes quieter instead of louder. however, he still checks if you got home safely afterward.
𖹭 sae struggles apologizing directly, so his apologies come in the form of small gestures and acts of care.
𖹭 sae hates crowded places, but tolerates them if it means spending time with you.
𖹭 sae's favorite moments are peaceful nights where both of you simply exist together in silence.
𖹭 sae unconsciously reaches for your hand whenever he feels stressed or overwhelmed.
𖹭 whenever you fall asleep beside him, sae stares at you longer than necessary before carefully pulling a blanket over you.
𖹭 sae trusts very few people, so loving you feels terrifyingly vulnerable to him.
𖹭 sae becomes softer around you in ways nobody else notices.
𖹭 sae absolutely gets protective when you’re sick, even if he pretends he’s only “making sure you don’t get worse.”
𖹭 sae remembers every compliment you give him, especially the genuine ones.
𖹭 if you praise his football skills too much, sae acts unaffected while secretly thinking about it for the rest of the day.
𖹭 sae likes when you sit close enough for your shoulders to touch while he listens to music.
𖹭 sleepy mornings with sae are quiet and warm, his voice deeper and softer than usual.
𖹭 sae isn’t clingy, but always keeps you close in subtle ways.
𖹭 loving sae feels calm, intimate, and slightly heartbreaking all at once.
𖹭 because beneath his cold exterior, sae loves with a depth that would probably destroy him if he ever lost you 🌙
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A/n:- this is my first time writing.. hopefully it's not bad and...pls tell me if you like it or not(・ัω・ั) and i will write other bluelock character's too (if requested) cause this acc is mainly about sae and pls no repost...