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Love had always felt like a distant, foreign language to someone like Sae Itoshi — a concept too soft, too fragile for a man who built his life on discipline and ambition. His world was simple: early mornings, the cool sting of dawn air on his skin during his runs, a quick breakfast, and endless hours spent sharpening himself into perfection on the field. There was no space for distractions. No time for tenderness. At least, that’s what he believed… until you entered his life.
Your relationship didn’t bloom overnight. It was a slow, steady burn, built over two long years of conversations, fleeting glances, and quiet support. Sae came to realize you weren’t like anyone else. You never flaunted his name, never sought attention from his fame. You were thoughtful, composed, a constant presence during the moments he felt most alone. Despite his coldness, his sharp edges, and that infamously difficult personality, you became his safe harbor — the one soul who could reach him.
Now, his mornings are different. Before his dawn run, he pauses, leaning down to press a soft, lingering kiss to your warm, sleepy forehead. His voice is low and almost tender as he whispers, “I’ll be back soon.” Even if you don’t stir, he still says it, a quiet promise meant for your ears alone. And sooner or later, you find yourself swept into his world, running by his side in the crisp morning air, laughing breathlessly as he challenges you to keep up.
Around you, Sae carries no mask. He’ll change his clothes right in front of you, move through his apartment in nothing but his boxers, completely at ease. Why should he hide himself from the woman he loves? To him, there’s no need for embarrassment — not when you already hold every part of him, even the pieces he never shows the world.
One of his favorite things is the simple act of touching you. Imagine the two of you curled up together, your bodies pressed close. His strong hand traces a slow path down your back, fingers gliding lazily along your spine before slipping lower, resting at your waist. Sometimes, with a teasing smirk, he gives you a playful pinch, making you straighten your posture, only to pull you right back against him.
He’s even given you the keys to his Tokyo apartment — a quiet sign of trust and intimacy. He rarely stays there, preferring to be with his family when he’s home, but he wanted you to have a place of your own. Whether your water or gas is cut off, or you simply crave the view of Tokyo’s glowing skyline at night, you know that his door will always be open to you.
Sae dreams of taking you to Spain, of showing you pieces of the life he built far from home. The reason is simple — he misses you. The distance gnaws at him, leaving a dull ache in his chest whenever you’re apart. But he’s not reckless with you. He knows constant travel during his games would exhaust you, maybe even make you sick, so he plans every trip carefully. He only wants to take you away when you can both breathe, rest, and truly savor being together.
And when he calls you on video late at night, he hides it well. The longing, the ache — it’s all behind a calm expression, a steady voice. But his heart screams for you in silence, aching to reach through the screen and hold you close. He loves watching your eyes light up as you tell him about your day, the curve of your lips when you laugh at your own stories, and the soft way you say you miss him, your voice wrapping around him like a warm embrace.
With you, Sae is still sharp, still composed, but there’s a softness he saves for you alone — a quiet devotion that lingers in every glance, every touch, every whispered word meant only for you.
I could never see Reo Mikage as just a spoiled boy born with a silver spoon in his mouth. No amount of wealth or power could ever taint the kindness in his heart. He’s gentle, genuine, and so full of love that it’s almost a wonder how it all fits into one body. When Reo loves, it’s not fleeting — it’s eternal. Loving him is like stepping into a lifelong promise, an unspoken vow that you are his one and only, now and forever.
At the beginning, he feared losing you. He worried you might be drawn only to his wealth or the glittering world that came with his name. But you stayed. For four long years, you remained his closest friend while others came and went, fascinated by his status but never seeing the boy beneath it all. That unwavering loyalty made you his everything — the woman he would choose in every lifetime.
Now, Reo adores you endlessly. He’s the type of man who will give you the world if you ask for it: diamonds, designer dresses, candlelit dinners at the finest restaurants. Yet the things that make his heart race are the moments money can’t buy — the two of you laughing as you share cotton candy at a noisy carnival, your hand in his as you ride a creaky carousel, the sound of your carefree laughter echoing as you win a silly stuffed toy. Those simple memories, captured in soft golden light, are treasures he values more than anything.
When you’re away — even for a few days — he becomes restless, longing for you like a puppy searching for its beloved owner. And when you finally return to him, he doesn’t let go. His embrace is firm but tender; one arm wraps tightly around your waist while the other cups the back of your head, his face buried against your neck as he breathes you in, kissing your skin over and over as if to reassure himself you’re really there.
Whenever your lips form his name, no matter how softly, he hears it. Even in a crowded, noisy room, your voice cuts through everything, drawing his attention like a magnet. He’s yours in every sense, and nothing could distract him from you.
He’s always inviting you to stay the night. Reo would drive across the city himself just to gather your clothes if it meant waking up with you in his arms. His parents gifted him an elegant apartment for his birthday, and that’s where he brings you — a sanctuary that belongs only to the two of you, a place where the outside world doesn’t exist.
As the heir to the Mikage Corporation, Reo spends his quiet nights imagining the future you’ll build together: the way you’ll look in a wedding dress, the country you’ll travel to for your honeymoon, the warm, sunlit home filled with laughter and children’s giggles.
Reo is insatiably affectionate. He can never get enough of you — the warmth of your body, the sweetness of your laughter, the way you fit perfectly in his arms. He’ll kiss you endlessly, hold you so close you feel like you’re a part of him, and playfully nip at your cheek, his love overflowing in every gesture. Some say too much time together makes love fade — but for Reo, it only deepens. To him, you will always feel like not enough; he will always crave more of you, more time, more moments, more memories. You are his favorite obsession, his heart’s greatest treasure, the dream he never wants to wake from.
Catching the attention of someone like Rin feels almost impossible. His mind is consumed by football, every movement calculated, and his heart seems locked away in ice. But the day you walked into his life, that ice began to crack. Not all at once, not quickly, but slowly, steadily—you became the light he could no longer ignore. Now, there is space in his heart for only you, and no one else.
Rin is a man of order. His day is planned to the minute, like a perfectly composed symphony. He’s used to discipline and self-control, but with you, he’s learning to soften. You are his rare weakness, his quiet happiness. He won’t force you to adjust to his schedule; instead, he’ll simply accept you—every habit, every quirk, every imperfection. You’ve become a part of his world, a piece he can no longer imagine living without.
He doesn’t watch over you to control you but out of care. He checks if you’re dressed warmly, if you’ve eaten, if you’ve had enough water. He may appear cold, but that’s only because he doesn’t know how to express love with words. His love lives in his actions. The last thing he’d ever want is to see you sick or unhappy.
Rin loves your hair. When you’re asleep, he carefully twirls a strand around his finger and brushes a soft kiss against it, as if that small gesture pulls him closer to you. His fingers glide through your hair slowly, gently, always returning to the warmth of your scalp. It’s his way of saying “I love you” without speaking a word.
Your late-night walks together have become a secret ritual. When the world is asleep, he texts you: “Dress warmly. Come outside.” And you walk under the lonely glow of streetlamps, holding hands. You tell him something funny or silly, and he listens in silence, occasionally squeezing your hand a little tighter. In these moments, Rin feels softer than anyone could ever imagine.
He’s not the most physically affectionate person, but when you’re the one who hugs or kisses him first, a hidden passion wakes up inside him. His arms tighten around you, firm and possessive, and suddenly you’re his entirely—safe, enveloped, adored.
If you’re on your phone too late, Rin quietly sets a “curfew” for you. After 11 PM, your phone is on his nightstand, and you’re in his arms. He simply murmurs, calm but commanding, “Come here.” And you settle against him, his fingers stroking your hair until sleep pulls you under. In his embrace, you feel safe, as if the entire world could fall apart, but in his arms, you’ll always be home.
