take my hand

live under your eyelids

[saetoshi]

lay on your rooftop (in the freezing cold)

mari (20) ; she*her ; blonde enthusiast ; sae lover (yuck) ; soph kisser ᡣ𐭩 ; literally in love w @naosaki ; interacts from @yoisagi

watch the sunset (wearing all your clothes)

masterlist ; byf/dni ; ao3

© saetoshi 2024. do not plagiarize, repost, copy, or translate any of my works on here or any other websites.

[saetoshi]

runnin’ back home to you — there’s no better feeling, really. loose pt 2 to this

You bounce on the balls of your feet, checking your watch for the nth time. There’s a flutter in your chest, wild but soft.

It’s not the first time you’ve done this—wait for Sae to come out of the airport. (Somehow, it always feels like it).

You pick at a loose thread in the hem of your shirt, twisting and turning until you feel a little pull. Again, you glance at your watch, trying to push down the lump in your throat.

He won’t take long to appear; you know. Sae’s always made it a point to avoid the reporters that mill around the baggage claim. (It was a nasty little habit you’d tried to correct, at first. Until you realized he was as desperate to see you, as you were him).

Still, the minutes feel eternal. You swear you’ve seen at least five people come out and reunite with their families.

You sigh, tipping your head back with closed eyes. Why is he taking so much longer—?

“Why aren’t you wearing a jacket?”

Warmth blooms in your chest, your head settling back into place to meet a familiar pair of eyes. A grin spreads across your lips (second nature, you’ve learned). The corners of Sae’s eyes soften (also second nature).

“Hi.”

“You should be wearing a jacket,” he says, displeasure lurking in his voice.

“It’s not that cold—”

“It’s freezing,” he corrects, unzipping his windbreaker. It doesn’t take long for the scent of his cologne to envelop you, alongside a comfortable weight on your shoulders. “You should’ve waited inside.”

You blink, scrunching your nose. “It’s stuffy inside,” you reply, lightly shaking your head. “Too many people.”

He looks at you, unimpressed. “But you wouldn’t have had to stand in the cold.”

You make a face. “Sae, it’s not cold.”

“You’re shivering,” he says, gently grasping your arm before tugging you behind him as he sets off. When you reach for his suitcase, he swerves it out of your reach, sparing you a gentle glare.

“It was from excitement—do you even know where you’re going?”

Sae pauses for a second. Then, after another, turns to you, his brows furrowed. Another second later, he says, “Home.”

“What, are you gonna make us walk there?”

He clicks his tongue, slightly puffing his cheeks, petulant. His hand lightly tightens on your arm, moving you so you’re standing ahead of him.

“Take me to the car,” he says, his voice softened into a request (not a demand; never a demand, you’ve noticed).

It’s almost cute, how he still hangs on to your arm as you lead the way. You don’t want him to let go. (He doesn’t, either).

“You’re driving, right?” Sae asks, stifling a yawn. “I’m jetlagged. And real tired—too tired to do it myself, really—”

“I wouldn’t have let you, even if you weren’t,” you cut him off, a little too quick for his liking.

“Whatever,” he grumbles, his face softening when you laugh. His hand tightens around his suitcase’s handle, his lips slightly pursed as he looks at the back of your head. Softly, he adds, “Just make sure we get home quickly.”

“I’ll accept payment—”

“—in the form of kisses,” he finishes, a hint of affection to his tone. “Yeah, I know.”

“Driving faster raises the quota,” you say, turning to smile at him.

Sae tilts his head to the side just so, trying to suppress the urge to readjust his windbreaker on you. “I know,” he says, quiet. “I don’t mind.”

“You just wanna get home, hm?” you ask, your smile softening. He closes the small gap between you, leaning down to press his forehead against your own.

“I wanna go home with you,” he replies. Your heart squeezes at how cute he sounds—you relish the rare moments of this tone. “Now, preferably.”

You sigh, gentle. Then, after a second, say, “That’s gonna bump up the rate, too.”

Sae softly grunts, the sound light with humor. “How much?”

“Not much, just—y’know. Cuddling.”

He hums, his eyes full of warmth as he studies your face. “How greedy,” he mumbles, his tone humorous. Still, he lets his hand slide from your upper arm down to your own. (It never takes long for his fingers to intertwine with yours).

“So very greedy,” you say, lightly nodding in playful agreement.

“But,” he starts, gently squeezing your hand. “I can afford that, I suppose. Maybe even have more than enough to spare.”

“Yeah?”

He nods, his forehead rubbing against your own. “Yeah. I’ll always afford it—just for you.”

[suntoru]

─ ✰ LOVER’S CURRENCY!

✧˚ · . ITOSHI SAE’S sneaky way he shows he cares!

— warnings: fluff, crackfic, whipped sae, maybe ooc?

— author’s note: guys this is my first bllk work please spare me, comments and tags are very much appreciated!

“itoshi sae.”

you cross your arms with a pout, hovering over him intimidatingly as he peels one eye open, lazily draped over the couch.

“hm?” he cocks his head slightly, a ghost of a smirk tracing over his lips. sighing in exasperation, you attempt to reassert your point by rather agressively squishing his cheek with your finger.

“you did it again.”

“did what?”

it’s infuriating. he’s feigning ignorance, choosing to act clueless when you know he knows exactly what you’re talking about.

the edges of his lips are the slightest bit upturned, a faint twinkle of mischief in his eyes, subtle details easily missed by the casual onlooker. but with you, he’s an exposed canvas, an open diary— you can read him like a book.

“don’t play dumb, sae, it’s not funny!” you whine, digging in your purse pocket, and grabbing your wallet to pull out a shiny, black credit card— his. you hand him the card, wordlessly demanding him to take it back. but of course, itoshi sae wouldn’t be itoshi sae without the theatrics— eyeing the card smugly as he gives it a once-over.

“that doesn’t look like mine.” you roll your eyes, done with his shenanigans as you huff in mild annoyance. seriously, he acts like such a child sometimes.

“how many times have i told you i can pay for things myself? and i want my card back too.”

this time, he’s the one to pout.

“don’t wanna.”

you’re about to retort something back when he pulls you closer by your waist, earning a yelp from you as you crash on top of him, letting out a small ‘oof’, his long limbs trapping you in place.

“what the— sae!” you grumble, and although it’s half-assed, you choose to squirm in his arms, still rather annoyed at his (endearing) habit of deceiving you into spending his money. still, he snuggles into you, letting out a small sigh of discontent as you keep wriggling around.

“would you stop that?” he scowls slightly, although he’s not really mad. “‘m trying to get comfortable.”

begrudgingly, you surrender to the warmth of his embrace, relenting to the pull of his affectionate cuddles, but not without flicking his forehead childishly first. he huffs brattily, but all complaints disappear as he feels your arms slinking around his neck, nuzzling into his chest.

“i hope you know i’m e-transferring you your money back.” you mumble under your breath as he delicately traces shapes on your skin. he abruptly stops, prompting you to look up at him in confusion.

you don’t expect him to suddenly jab at your sides sides, playfully assaulting your stomach as he continues his onslaught, generating a shriek of giggles and pleas to stop from you. you kick and squeal, but his grip is like iron, targeting all your ticklish spots.

“s-sae, please, i didn’t mean, i-it, i swear—”

you manage to gasp out, completely pooped out from laughing so hard, and after five, long, painful minutes, he finally relents, allowing you to catch your breath as you glare at him, face flushed, panting heavily as you attempt recover from his utterly ruthless attack.

“i swear, if you weren’t so pretty-” you start, but you’re cut off by a rare laugh. small, yet entrancing all the same. his eyes crinkle, letting out a tiny chuckle as he gazes at you with pure adoration in his crystalline teal eyes. your heart races in response, the sheer sweetness of the moment causes you to liquify into a puddle.

…you suppose it wouldn’t be the end of the world if you let him get away with it just this once.

©kaeffeinee 2023. do not copy, repost, or translate any of my works on any platform.

[saetoshi]

saetoshi nation how do we feel about karasu

[saetoshi]

HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY ITOSHI SAE

[saetoshi]

-sabrina shortn sweet anon (good graces sae, taste rin)‼️😳🙌

THE QUEEN SAW MY ASK!!! AND SHE GETS IT AAAAA😫🤭😝🙏🏼✨ I LOVE THAT U SEE THE VISION thanku so muchand yes stream shortn sweet ppl😌💖

also karasu for bed chem👀 i take back what i said cuz ur so on point for that (mayhaps i am also biased but oh well😁) and god i see the underlying tension with that dude and it matches the overall vibes of the song (conclusion: you ate with that!😌🙌)

alsoooo GOD TASTE GOING WITH RIN and having sae entangled with it which makes sense cuz those two screams petty petty and the song itself is just that but playful and lowkey taunting 🤭

LET ME PRESENT ANOTHER SONG CUZ U SAID ITS UR FAVE! JUNO FOR ISAGI👀‼️ like outside the field he just screams as a guy that would def make u feel the lyrics of that song bcs he’s so romance manga type coded if u go blind on the stuff he does in court, acts of service type of dude that would rlly make you want to fall in love (if u cant tell im kinda biased with this one too🤭)

lastly, cuz i wholeheartedly believe there’s a nagi coded sabrina song that i just cant pinpoint in my head it’s either nonsense (but at the same time it could also be for reo/chigiri) or espresso ☕️ ✨ cause the scenario im thinking is that ur the one trying to get into his head and when it’s successful he just becomes so confused with himself cuz why is he acting differently and why does he seem to be drawn towards you (that’s that me espresso as sabrina says) but it’s just funny cuz u being the espresso/the reason he’s geared up more paints very cutesy nagi😝

anyway im glad u like my rambling queen 🥹💖 ilysm AAAA the sabrina songs are definitely stuck in my head and it’s running around more when it becomes coded with a character so thanku for entertaining my “oh my god why did i choose my major” breaks brainrot to relax hehe HAVE A GOOD DAY and as always slay🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼✨

OMGGG ISAGI JUNO !!! i see this vision and i love it so much 🙂‍↕️ im like so 100% sure isagi would be the male lead in a shoujo manga if he wasn’t in blue lock

nonsense, to me, is so giving reo 🤭 do i have any explanation behind it? no, other than me having a personal vendetta against nagi 😓 as for espresso . HEAR ME OUT (1) take my hands . either otoya or oliver . hear me out (2) why? because i just love the idea of matching the lyrics “now he’s thinking ‘bout me, every night, oh” to characters who are so very clearly players is very therapeutic bc that means you have to make them work for your love 🙂‍↕️ but i also see the vision w it for nagi

ALSO OMG ANYTIME !!! i have constant “why did i choose my major” moments 😭 i fear it comes w being a stem major, unfortunately . BUT if u ever wanna drop by and talk abt anything again then feel free to do so !! 😚

[saetoshi]

not an ask or anything!! but i need to find someone to scream with me😫🙌 so sabrina carpenter’s short’n sweet album came out, and the line from good graces “break my heart and i swear i’m moving on with your favorite athlete” LIKE PLS the pettiness is giving sae itoshi😆 like after being with a loser dude who’s a soccer fan, u proceed to date his all time favorite player and rub it in his face! (call it ooc but i see sae enjoying the situation and joining in shitting on the lousy ex) AM I THE ONLY ONE SEEING THE VISION?? 😝 that aside my mind rlly just wanders to this thought everytime i listen to good graces (and bed chem is nagi coded because of the white jacket line) BUT ANYAY I HOPE U HAVE A NICE DAY!!!✨💕🫶🏼 i said ill listen to the new album after my midterms but sabrina has me on a tight grip and im just living for the girlypop album right now (also why does taste give me rin code) anyway i love ur fics so much i hope u always have the most scrumptious meals bcs the baddies deserve that!!😎💖

I SEE THIS VISION AND I LOVE IT SO MUCHHHH !!!!!!!

who gaf if it’s ooc sae is a certified chismoso in saetoshi world, and he would most definitely shit on your lousy ex w you 100% no questions asked 🙂‍↕️ nonnie this idea is so good i fear you may have persuaded me to write a fic about it eventually 🤭

i hear you on the bed chem w nagi, however let me raise you one better: karasu tabito . LISTEN TO ME !!!! he checks off most of the boxes there (im totally not biased) (i so am) !! exhibit a: he’s got a thick accent 😝 exhibit b: ‘who’s the cute boy with the wide blue eyes’

I SO HEAR YOU ON RIN + TASTE 🤭 like, picture this: ex!rin who is so absolutely bitter that you decided to get back at him by dating his brother, except it completely backfires on you bc you can only picture it’s rin instead of sae 😣

overall the album is so good it actually eats and my favs are taste, juno, espresso, good graces, and don’t smile 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

[saetoshi]

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[saetoshi]

BRO WHY AM I GETTING SCAMMED ON MY TUMBLR COMEBACK BYE IM LEAVING THIS APP FOREVER

[saetoshi]

i know who my first call will be to — sae misses home more than he thought he would

Itoshi Sae’s heart stays behind in Spain whenever he leaves for overseas matches.

An absurd notion, most certainly. Ridiculous, in every sense that exists to the word. So unbelievable, in fact, that he still has a hard time believing it himself.

Nevertheless, it remains the only explanation behind the ache in his chest whenever he goes to sleep in an empty hotel bed. It’s why his meal times are dull and monotonous; why he finds himself pushing past his bedtime to remain glued to his phone, listening to you recounting your day.

Sae isn’t sure if you know it — how he desperately yearns to remain by your side. And if you do, you’re good at hiding it (he likes to think it’s for his sake).

His grip on his phone tightens just enough, a soft hum rumbling in his throat as he absentmindedly agrees with something you said.

When you lean closer to the screen, Sae nuzzles into his pillow, holding it tight as he pretends it’s you instead. You cup your chin with your hand, looking away as you trail off mid-sentence.

“I miss you,” he says, quiet and soft and so, so unlike himself, filling the faintest gap of silence.

Your eyes flit back, meeting his own through the screen. Sae has to strain to catch the soft exhale that leaves your lips. Then, you smile — gentle and (somehow) pitying at the same time.

“You’ll be home soon enough,” you say, your tone full of warmth.

“I want to be home now,” he replies, almost petulant as the pillowcase slightly muffles his words. His gaze softens when you do. “I miss you.”

“I miss you, too,” you whisper, lightly poking the camera in a manner that has him instinctively scrunching up his nose. You tilt your head to the side, studying half of his face as best you can through a phone.

“My flight back is on Saturday,” Sae says, studying your face in return.

“I know. Want me to pick you up?”

“I land around midnight,” he mumbles. “I don’t want to keep you up—”

“Sae.”

The tips of his ears burn, embarrassment painting his cheeks red when your eyes meet. After a beat, he huffs in complaint, his brows furrowing. Still, your gaze softens; and he melts almost instantly.

He sniffles, lightly shifting onto his side. “I want you to pick me up from the airport,” he clarifies, trying to will a little firmness into his voice.

“Hm,” there’s a fuzzy feeling in his chest, fluttering and clinging to every corner at your soft hum. It further roots itself into him when you grin. “I’ll think about it.”

“What’ll it take for you to say yes?” he asks, trying to bite back a smile. He nuzzles into his pillow when you lean back, pretending to be deep in thought.

God, he misses you so bad. He misses being near you with every bone in his body.

“A kiss, maybe. If you want.”

Sae rolls his eyes, fondness buzzing in his chest. “I thought you were going to be more ambitious than that.”

You shrug, nonchalant, “I’ll max out your card when you get home.”

“Mm.” Sae rolls onto his other side, switching his phone to his free hand. “That sounds more like you,” he mumbles, soft.

The corners of his eyes crinkle when you guffaw, quickly defending yourself against his claim. His expression softens impossibly so — he’s sure the press would have a field day if they saw him like this. (Part of him thinks he wouldn’t care if they did; you’re the reason behind it, anyway).

“I wanna go home.”

“You’re staying in France for, like, two more days. You’ll be fine, Sae.”

He rolls his eyes, picking at the edges of his phone case. “Have you washed the bedsheets yet?”

“Yesterday,” you reply, absentminded. “Why?”

“Just wondering,” Sae murmurs, hushed. “Did you use the detergent I like?”

“Yeah?”

He makes a soft noise, “I hope you know I’m collapsing on our bed when I get home.”

“I don’t—”

“And I’m bringing you down with me.”

A soft, amused huff leaves his lips at your expression. His eyes narrow just a little, the action fond and affectionate in nature. When you sputter, Sae scrunches up his nose. He wishes he could kiss the frown off your lips.

“Whatever,” you grumble, softly clicking your tongue. “You’re lucky I miss you.”

“I miss you more,” Sae whispers, soft and gentle and so, so unlike himself. He supposes his demeanor is your fault — his heart turned to mush the moment he gave it to you. The thought is stupid and utterly asinine, truly.

Still, Sae doesn’t mind. He believes it more and more, letting it take root in his soul every time you brighten up at his tender, ‘I love you’s.

[saetoshi]

you all better pray i survive the great war (leaving my parents)

[savaralyn2]

[batfluffs]

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[saetoshi]

UR PINNED IS SO PRETTY OMFG

OMG THANK YOIUUU i love it sm 🙂‍↕️

[mel0njooce]

marcille is ready for winter :D

[saetoshi]

omg ur pinned is so cute !! i bet whoever made it is super hot and smart 😚

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[saetoshi]

IN NO MOOD TO FIND ANOTHER!

mari (20) ; she*her ; blonde enthusiast ; sae lover (yuck) ; soph kisser ᡣ𐭩 ; literally in love w @naosaki ; interacts from @yoisagi

曖昧な関係のまま!

masterlist ; byf/dni ; ao3

© saetoshi 2024. do not plagiarize, repost, copy, or translate any of my works on here or any other websites.

[saetoshi]

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