if asked to pick whether to kiss your lips or neck? it's a no brainer for him—he's already diving down to suck the skin 'til he's left a mark for the world to see.
come morning light, sae's already up and dressed for training. you're still passed out on the bed, limbs tangled in a complicated position that makes sae internally wince, that cannot be good for your posture. before leaving the house, he sits on the edge of the bed, wipes the drool on your face and leans down to press his lips on your cheek. his kisses trail down to your jaw before settling on your neck where he suckles lightly on the skin before murmuring, "baby, i'm leaving."
the sensation makes you groan as you feel your sleep interrupted. your hand blindly pushes his face away. sae only grabs your wrist, press a kiss on the inside before meeting your lips again. morning breath be damned.
"baby, i said i'm leaving. morning training." he mutters against your mouth. "then leave." another push to the face. his brows furrow.
"i love you." he whispers and it's met with a hum from you. a few seconds pass and you're already back to snoring off to dreamland.
so sae is left with no other choice. he stoops low, breath hot against the column of your throat and he bites down. hard. that certainly wakes you up. he holds back a grin when you yelp and scramble to sit up.
"i'm leaving. morning training." he repeats for like the thousandth time that morning. his hand snakes its way to the back of your neck, bringing you closer as he peppers kisses on the reddening area. each kiss press against the mark left on the skin. he hums at your complains—talking 'bout he didn't need to ruin your sleep to say goodbye, how he can easily leave a text or a voice mail.
with a final kiss to your neck, he pulls away. "bye, now." and still doesn't rise from the bed.
"bye, sae." you replied, still groggy and rubbing your eye. he looks at you expectantly. you sigh, cupping his face and leaving a fleeting kiss on his lips.
"love you, be safe."
"love you, too. i'll bring you breakfast once i'm done." and if he had a tail, it'd be wagging like crazy right now. he pushes you back down on a lying position, fixes the blanket around you, tucks you in, and kisses your neck (once more, he's insatiable). "back to sleep, now."
with that, he stands up, grabs his bag, and walks out the door.
and when he comes home a few hours later, don't be surprised when you're woken up once again with a kiss and another bite to your neck. his eyes light up at your mad expression. but before you can scold him for it, he's already handing you a cup of coffee and your favorite sandwich from the deli nearby.
your daughter had technically met rin plenty of times before— back when she was still a newborn baby asleep in sae’s arms or a toddler too young to remember much of anything. but now, at four years old, this was the first time she was old enough to truly understand who he was.
even then, she still spent the first few minutes of your visit hiding behind sae’s leg while rin stood awkwardly in the doorway with his arms crossed, looking just as unsure of what to do with her.
“say hi to uncle rin,” you encouraged softly.
your daughter peeked out from behind sae, gave rin a tiny wave, then immediately hid behind sae again.
rin simply stared at her in complete bewilderment before awkwardly lifting one hand. “… h-hi there.”
sae snorted beside you, the corners of his lips twitching upward.
“pfft, relax a little,” he remarked dryly.
the entire afternoon was painfully awkward. rin had absolutely no idea how to interact with children, and your daughter was too shy to say more than three words at a time. well that was, until, she noticed the soccer ball sitting in the corner of his apartment.
“u-uncle rin, can i play with that?”
rin blinked, clearly not expecting the question. “… uh, sure, i guess.”
big mistake.
because from that moment onward, she followed him around like a tiny shadow; eagerly showing off every drawing, toy & new trick she’d learned as though she’d known him her entire life (which she technically did). the initial shyness she'd carried into his apartment had completely vanished, and was replaced by a childlike curiosity & an eagerness to be around him.
for the rest of the trip, she was practically glued to him.
“uncle rin, look at my drawing!”
“uncle rin, watch me jump!”
“uncle rin, can you carry me?”
and rin, who swore he’d never be the type to entertain children— somehow ended up carrying her on his shoulders through the park while your husband nearly died laughing behind them.
“can’t believe you’ve become such a softie.”
rin glared at his older brother, cheeks heating up. “… s-shut up.”
“you’re literally holding her stuffed animal,” sae pointed out, barely containing his grin.
“w-well, she asked me to!” rin mumbled defensively, tightening his grip on the plushie in question.
. . .
before any of you realized it, the last day of your trip had arrived.
your daughter sat on the living-room floor, carefully packing away the crayons, stickers & little souvenirs she'd collected over the past few days while you zipped up the last suitcase nearby. across the room, sae was busy checking your flight information.
rin, meanwhile, lingered by the doorway with his hands shoved into his pockets, quietly watching as his niece rambled excitedly about all the things she wanted to do the next time she visited japan.
he'd spent years convincing himself that children were loud, exhausting & impossible to understand. yet somehow, after only a few days— the apartment already felt a little too quiet knowing she was about to leave.
right as you were about to head out the door, your daughter wrapped her tiny arms around rin's leg and softly asked, "... uncle rinnie! when will you come visit us in spain?"
rin froze.
both you & sae exchanged looks because this was the first time either of you had ever seen him genuinely speechless. after a few seconds, rin awkwardly patted her head before muttering, “… s-soon.”
your daughter’s entire face lit up at his words. “promise?”
rin hesitated for only a second before giving her the smallest nod.
“yeah, i promise…”
satisfied with his answer, she finally let go of his leg and hurried back towards you & sae, clutching the stuffed animal rin had bought for her against her chest. “papa!” she whispered excitedly, tugging on sae’s pinky finger. “uncle rin says he’s gonna visit us soon!~”
sae glanced over at his younger brother, who immediately looked away in embarrassment.
“… really?” he replied, the faintest hint of amusement tugging at his lips. “that’s good to know.”
𝐞𝐯𝐚’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 💌 ⸝⸝⸝ sorry for the lack of updates y’all 🙂↕️
sae fucking his pretty girl until she cant stop squirting!
tw: cnc
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youre folded in half like a lawn chair. your ankles are to your ears while sae roughly pounds into you. youre wide open, vulnerable, and stretched out for him. his hands are on your calves, pushing them up towards your head. you cant remember how many times you've came. even when you say its too much, he wont stop! it makes it even worse that you cant stop gushing all over him, coating his thighs and abdomen with your juices.
"ah! f-fuck! s'too muchh saeee!!" you squeal, your whole body trembling under him. he stops holding your legs down with his hands, his body caging you in. he grabs your chin firmly, forcing you to look at him, still brutally pounding into you.
"you can take it." he says sternly, not letting up with his rapid thrusts. you feel your cunt spasming around him for the umpteenth time. you can hear your cunt squelching, making filthy noises with each brutal thrust of his hips.
"hear that? she doesnt want me to stop. your mouth says one thing but your pretty cunt says another." he grabs a fistful of hair and yanks your head back, giving him more access to your mouth. his lips land on yours and he swallows your moans with a hungry kiss. you try to push him away— placing your hands over his chest, but he just wont stop! sae can tell youre about to cum with the way your back arches against the mattress, your nails digging crescent moons into his back, and your whole body squirming underneath him.
"s'too muchhh! c-cant anymoree! get— ah! off!" you manage to scream out in between moans. his hands go to the back of your thighs, still stretched out for him, and tightly grip onto the soft flesh there, using that as a leverage to drive even faster into you now.
"no. youre gonna cum for me, i dont care if its too much." he says firmly, and thats all it takes for you to gush all over him. your legs shake and your toes are curling. you shake your head side to side, trying to get him to stop, but he keeps going. you scratch at his back, leaving red marks in their wake that will for sure scar later. you coat his abs and thighs in your juices again for the millionth time this night. his pace doesnt falter, and he brutally fucks you through your orgasm. you cant do anything but lay limp and let him use you until hes satisfied with how many times youve came. ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪
this was the last thing sae expected to see after a long week of catching flights. all he wanted to do was kick-back, relax, and read a sports magazine without any distractions. you decided to make that ten times harder for him.
you stepped into the bedroom, fresh out of the shower with wet hair dripping onto the floor.. in nothing but a bra and panties.
he's grown accustomed to seeing you casually waltz into the bedroom half-naked, that's what years of dating will do to you. but this was different.
amongst the white polka-dots scattered on the fabric, a bold statement of 'i ♡ sae' was printed on the back of your lacy pink panties.
he slowly takes his reading glasses off like he's in a sitcom. "what the hell is that." he says it like he's confronting you for committing a crime, pointing straight at your butt. "does that say.. i heart sae?"
you twirl around on your tip-toes like a ballerina. "yeah! isn't it cute?"
"it looks nice on you." he's trying to mask his excitement with nonchalance, but there's nothing cool, calm or collected about the way his heart is doing summersaults in his chest.
he's taken it it upon himself to lay out your clothes for you while you're in the shower. not in a controlling way or anything, he just likes 'helping you out'
sae definitely has no ulterior motives.. maybe to lay out the pastel pink polka-dot panties with his name on it so that you wear them every day. but that's all..
itoshi rin ᥫ᭡
rin's used to seeing you get ready every day. he knew your morning routine by heart, which is how he noticed that today's choice of underwear was different from usual.
he seriously thought that he must've been off his rocker after barely making out the phrase 'i ♡ rin' imprinted right in the middle of your ass. "..is that new?"
he stared at the teal-coloured garment, appreciating the details. a subtle but significant '9' was embroidered on the waistband.
you giggled at the pink tint that began to spread across his cheeks. once you got the hang of it, it was pretty easy to make him shy. "aww, you noticed! i got it custom-made." your pants were already pulled up to your knees as you waddled over to him. "feel it. it's sooo soft!"
you guided rin's hand until it cupped the curve of your flesh, and the look on his face was priceless. he tried to play it cool, stuttering a quick, "y-yeah. it's nice." before shakily tracing his index over the embroidered letters.
though the material was actually high-quality, it was really just an excuse to get him to touch your ass. a smile crept onto your face when he looked away flustered, ears red and heart pounding. "the teal matches my eyes. it's perfect. you're perfect."
whenever your 'i ♡ rin' panties are in the wash, he'll either question you on why you're not wearing them or where they are.
more often than not, the thought of buying you more crosses his mind—but he kind of likes the idea of you having just one special pair with his name on it.
nagi seishiro ᥫ᭡
one could argue that nagi's cognitive skills are exceptional, given how he excels at every game he plays. especially his favourite, shooter games.
you decided to put that theory to the test and strolled around the house in nothing but a pair of 'i ♡ nagi' panties and one of his shirts. if his observation skills were any good, he'd notice straight away.
he hears your footsteps approaching from a room away and perks up from behind his computer to greet you. the panties you had on were nothing too special.
they were light-grey with the phrase 'i ♡ nagi' written on the back. tiny ruffles lined the edges, adding a delicate, dainty touch.
"hey. i've never seen you wear those panties."
oh. that was fast. you stop in your tracks and tilt your head to the side, impressed. "woah, you noticed?" you ask, to which he simply nods in response.
"well.. do you like what it says?"
he lazily pushes himself towards you on his rolling chair, holding your waist as he examines the new garment. a subtle smile tugs on the corner of his lips when he reads the phrase stitched onto the cotton.
"ooh, that's cute." he fidgets with the ruffles, feeling the material on his fingertips. "it suits you very well. i like the colours too."
nagi's pretty straightforward when it comes to communication. he'll text to ask if you're wearing them at the most random times of day, sending you a simple, "are u wearing ur i heart nagi panties? :x" with no shame.
it quite literally makes his day when you reply with a selfie of yourself with the ruffled waistband peeking out. besides games and soccer, you're the only thing he'll pay full attention to.
mikage reo ᥫ᭡
reo's used to buying you everything you need, so when he sees you wear something he has absolutely no recollection of purchasing.. he catches it instantly.
you shuffle into bed like you'd often do, only this time with a pair of "i ♡ reo" panties hugging your curves.
the purple hue was hard to miss, but what was even more difficult to ignore was the phrase written on it. "baby, what's this?" he giggles, gently tugging on your waistband.
"new panties i ordered. i like what it says." you met his gaze with a playful smile, pointing at the words stitched in a shade of dark purple. "oh yeah? you like it that much.. or did you just want me to see it?"
"maybe both.." you suggested, cozying up to him. he's really not a tough crowd to please. you could have a pile of shit on your head and he'd still think you're gorgeous.
all you have to do is put on a pair of undies that say "i ♡ reo" in big, fancy letters and his heart is yours.
he's beetroot red as he struggles to hide his elation, whispering a soft, "you're so adorable. i love it." into your ear as he kisses your forehead.
reo gets so excited whenever you mention that you're wearing your "i ♡ reo" panties under your clothes. it's like your little secret that he's more than happy to keep all to himself.
barou shoei ᥫ᭡
barou's always been the one on laundry duty, and it's not even that he's forced to.
he simply can't tolerate it when things are out of order, muttering, "everything has it's place." or "i love you, but can you let me do it?" under his breath whenever you try to sort out the laundry for once.
he seriously thought that he must've overdosed on protein shakes when he spotted the phrase "i ♡ barou" on one of your panties in the washing machine.
what the fuck. this was definitely new. he'd never in a million years mix colours with white.
he marches up to you, damp underwear in hand as he holds it up in the air like it's contagious. "hey, donkey. what the hell is this?" his words sound fierce, but his tone carries a sense of fondness that only you can understand.
you flash him a sheepish grin, seeing the dark-red panties dangle from his finger as he sighs, mumbling a low, "you're ridiculous." with a subtle smirk.
"what does this say? i heart ..barou?" he questions playfully, presenting it to you like you don't already know what it says. "it's nice. but don't you ever mix the colours with whites again."
you've been wearing it as much as you can. you'll walk around the house, swaying your hips side to side in an exaggerated manner just to see him get all flustered.
who would've guessed that the big, buff striker had a soft spot for his girlfriend wearing undies with his name on it? barou certainly wouldn't.
shidou ryusei ᥫ᭡
shidou thought he had died. you looked drop-dead gorgeous as you skipped towards him with a big smile on your face, all glammed-up and ready for your night out. "actually, before we go.."
you turn around until your back's facing him and lift your skirt up to reveal a pair of leopard-print panties. the fabric rides up your thigh just enough for him to see how the delicate black lace hugs your curves perfectly.
"damn, girl! where'd you get—wait." he pauses. there's something written on the back in fancy letters but he can't quite make out what it says. "come closer."
he squints and literally has heart palpitations, because it was his name. with hearts. on your ass. the dot in the letters 'i' were topped off with small satin bows. easy to miss, but shidou notices everything.
he's very meticulous when in comes to these things, but that's probably just because it's something to do with you.
"what do you think?" you giggle, feeling his hands wander up your thighs. this man literally kneels in front of your ass until he's face-to-face with his name. "you're so fuckin' perfect. holy shit."
shidou wasn't being subtle. at all. you glance over your shoulder to see him gawking at your behind with so much love and adoration, kissing the fabric while whispering, "so pretty." and "mine." in between each peck.
"ryu, i think we're gonna be late.." you say as he nuzzles his cheek against the delicate cotton. "five more minutes. i can always make another reservation."
a/n for this request ! the blue lock egoist underwear stays on during sex. also.. BAROU DEBUT ON MY ACCOUNT YAYYY
The marble of the bathroom floor is cold against the soles of your feet when you step inside, but the air is hot and steamy as the shower stream slows before halting altogether.
Water droplets trickle down Sae’s pectorals to the ridges of his abdomen as he exits the shower and wraps a towel low on his hips.
His teal eyes meet yours expectantly, following your hand as they reach for a comb and scissors.
Large hands wrap around you as he hoists you up onto the sink, sliding down to spread your thighs as he stands between them.
His bangs were dipping below his eyebrows, brushing the long lashes that shielded his sharp gaze.
It was time for a cut.
His nose scrunched when the cold metal of the blades grazed his forehead, small tufts of mauve hair falling down as you snipped away.
He wouldn’t deny the fact he enjoyed being pampered, it was just something he didn’t ask for.
He stayed perfectly still, watching your usual small frown of concentration pull taut on your lips.
Your breath was warm on his face, and something in his eyes softened when you leant in to get the perfect cut.
Your fingers were delicate as they brushed the excess hair off his features, his own reaching up to wrap around your wrist.
His hand tugged yours down, moving it aside as he leaned in and kissed you slowly.
It was deep and grounding, the same way he always kissed you whenever his heart was beating a little too fast- as if that was enough to possibly calm its rate.
It just made it worse.
When he pulled away, his gaze flickered behind you- directly to the mirror.
“Tch. It’s lukewarm.”
He muttered, referring to the line of his bangs.
“That’s how you always have it,” You whisper, a gentle reminder.
He dragged a palm through the strands and let the damp hair fall back onto his forehead, a quiet sigh dragging from his lips.
He grunted softly before pulling you closer, finding your lips again.
Sae doesn't really tend to communicate. His relationship with his younger brother says it all, so he tends to show his affection with you through physical things.
He has a bunch of money in the bank, so why not spend it on you? There's too much to spend on himself anyway, may as well give you a treat here and there (or every week).
You mention wanting some silly trinket because it looks stupid, and you liked it because of that? It's in your hands the next day.
You talk about needing a new phone because your current one is bugging out like crazy? Brand new phone in your hands within the week.
You want matching bracelets with him? Stupid, but fine. (He wears it everywhere).
Sometimes, he'll buy you things just for the sake of it. His favourite excuse is 'it reminded me of you' with a nonchalant shrug.
But, then again, not everything is him buying stuff. If he notices you're upset, he'll pull you in for a hug without saying a word. He doesn't have to speak to know that you need some comfort.
You're angry with him? Fine. He'll give you space until you're ready to come near him again. Then, he'll try his absolute best to try and communicate with you – even if he doesn't exactly know how to - but somehow, it works every time, which he doesn't get how or why, but it doesn't matter. If you're happy; he's happy.
You want to hold hands in public? Sure! Showing affection in public doesn't make him uncomfortable in way. In fact, he finds it endearing.
You want to do some stupid tiktok trend together because it's 'cute'? Hell, he's down to whatever you want, even if it's as stupid as him dressing up a Disney princess. Anything for you.
Despite him being completely awful at communication and anything of the sorts, he still tries his best to keep you content within the relationship!
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 didn’t really make any sense since there wasn’t 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 he’d been away.
His eyes drifted to you, having a good look at you after a while. "You didn’t grow that much taller either.”
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 wasn’t 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 wouldn’t hear the end of it.
Instead, you breathed out a sigh, “It’s been a while. Welcome back, Sae.”
Sae took a sip of his tea and hummed in response. “Only temporarily. I need to get my passport renewed.” 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.
“You’ll be going back soon?” You didn’t 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 ‘what are you doing?’.
You forgot he was a soccer player and built like a wall, more so now that he’s 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 he’d seen you like this, but as good friends (or are you guys best friends? You don’t know), he’s 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 weren’t friends, then he would’ve 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 didn’t know how he’d react, and didn’t 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 didn’t mean you had to hide it from him. He would’ve 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 doesn’t mean he wouldn’t 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 didn’t 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 didn’t 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.
“I’m almost 100% sure you have some interviews of me on your computer somewhere.” He sounded almost smug about it, making you cry out in weak protest. “You’ve been keeping tabs, huh…”
He didn’t 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 didn’t 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.
“If you missed me so much, why didn’t you return any of my messages?” 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 didn’t hold any accusations, it was merely a question by his standards.
You purposely ignored the first part of his sentence. You didn’t 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.
“What do you mean? You didn’t send me anything.” 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 didn’t 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.
“Seems like the culprit really was my spam filter.” 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.
“Read them later.” 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 weren’t 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. He’d also want to nuzzle his face against yours and curl up in your lap.
But he wasn’t a cat, and he didn’t 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.
“Don’t ever ignore me again. Even if it’s not on purpose.”
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.
Isn’t that unreasonable?
You couldn’t 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.
“Hey, where’s your salted kelp tea?” You heard Sae’s voice from the kitchen, making you laugh lightly at how he fit so easily back in your life, like he’d 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, that’s 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 he’d eventually talk to you about it.
“I’ve probably got some here. I think this was the brand you liked?” 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 didn’t 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.
“So, are you going to admit you missed me?” 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, “When did you become someone who teased their friends like this.”
“I’ll take that as a yes.” If you blinked you would’ve 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 haven’t seen him in a while. Eventually, you succumbed. In a small voice, you admitted, “I was sad I didn’t receive any word from you.” You didn’t have the guts to say that you missed him outright.
“Yeah, I know. You looked like you were about to cry. It’s obvious you missed me and you’re obsessed with me with how many photos of me you have in your room.”
sae itoshi who can’t sleep without a sleeping mask. no matter how pitch-black it is, or how calming the atmosphere is, he cannot sleep without something stuck onto his eyes.
and how cliché, the day before one of his most important games, it’s already well past his usual bedtime that he realised he forgot his sleeping mask on the airplane. he thought about calling his manager, no— it’s childish to ask for a sleeping mask. he thought about driving out to a store, no— it’ll take too long, he won’t get enough sleep when he’s back at the hotel.
sae groaned in frustration, cursing under his breath before you called out to him.
“baby? what’s wrong?” you stepped behind him, both hands landing on his shoulders before giving them a light squeeze.
he cleared his throat, though not looking at you, eyes still stuck on his bag that certainly did not contain his sleeping mask in.
“forgot my sleeping mask on the plane. i won’t- ahem, i can’t sleep without it.” he zipped up his bag, leaning his body onto yours as one of your hands trailed up to his head, caressing it softly before you pressed a kiss onto it. “i have an idea.” you mumbled against his head, to which he cocks his head to the side to show interest.
and thats how you both landed in this position. cuddling while facing each other, but this time sae was the little spoon. your arms would wrap around him protectively, just like how he’d do with you. his face was buried into your chest, providing the darkness and the physical contact to his eyes warmly while both of his arms wrapped around your waist. to this day, he still claims that it was purely for “efficiency.” but he’d rather die then tell anyone that it was the best sleep he’d ever had in his life.
