#itoshi sae fluff

[dkrafs]

itoshi sae who's a sucker for your neck.

and no, not in the hot vampire way.

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.

[toorufairy]

rin meeting your daughter ୭౿

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.”

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[defnotyaa]

sae fucking his pretty girl until she cant stop squirting!

tw: cnc

(⸝⸝๑﹏๑⸝⸝)

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˚⟡˖ ࣪

[draculiette]

wearing panties with their name on it ♡

featuring ᥫ᭡ sae, rin, nagi, reo, barou, shidou

itoshi sae ᥫ᭡

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

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[lushbunsss]

⋆.˚ 𓇼 Sae’s (much deserved) beach escapade with his family!

Between boring interviews, back to back matches abroad and way too many brand deal photoshoots, Sae can’t recall the last time he got a minute to breathe and let alone be with his family.

He’s been running on low sleep for weeks, and consequently, has been snappier than usual. It took Sae being rude to at least 3 sports reporters for his PR management team to catch up on his exhaustion. Only then did they realise that if this man did not get a break soon, he was going to spat out something so tactless and foul of his mouth that a mere PR stunt wouldn’t be able to fix the damages unlike in previous occurrences.

After recognizing their stupid mistake, his team cleared his calendar for a whole week. It may not seem much, but for Sae it was good enough because it meant he could finally relax.

And what better way to do so if not a well deserved holiday away from anything football and everyone?

Everyone except his family of course.

Your husband is aware that you’ve been concerned about how much he’s been working without leaving a gap for relaxation. You’ve urged him to stop, even if just for a day, more times than you can count with both your hands and it burdened Sae deeply that he couldn’t simply ignore his responsibilities for you — if he could he absolutely would. without hesitation — but you guys have bills to pay and a very gluttonous one year old to feed.

His son is what Sae feels the most guilty about. Neglecting your son, and depriving him of recreational time with his father due to the demands that come with this career makes him feel like a terrible parent, even if that couldn’t be further from the truth. His son is Sae's most prized possession in this lifetime. If he became irrelevant in the world of football and lost every material thing he owned tomorrow, he wouldn’t give a shit as long as this child and you were still in his life. 

Sometimes though, he feels like he doesn’t show how much he values the two of you enough. He’s not the best at vocalising what he’s truly feeling as he is more of a “show don’t tell” type of person. He’s glad that you understood that about him from the beginning and stuck with him regardless, going as far as letting him put that ring on your finger years later and start creating your own beautiful family together.

So it can be said that he’s relieved to be here following months of longing to be in your presence.

He’s more excited to be on this beach than his infant son probably is right now. 

How embarrassing.

Your son is seeing the sea and feeling the sand between his little toes for the first time in his one year and three months of existence, but his father is more enthralled by all the seagulls flying around than he is.

He’s so engrossed in watching one of the birds steal an old man’s food that he nearly missed his baby bringing a full hand of sand to his mouth. “Hey— Don’t do that.”

He ignores the child’s whines of protest as he cleans the sand from his chubby hands. “Why do you insist on putting unconsumable stuff in your mouth?” 

“He’s exploring the world around him, Sae. It’s normal.”

“Can he do that without trying to give himself a stomach ulcer though?” This boy has rejected all the expensive teething toys you’ve bought him since he began to complain about the itching in his gums and sticks to suckling on the tv remote till this day. For some reason.

“If only he was this willing to put vegetables in his mouth...” If only really. Your boy is so eager to eat literally anything as long as it’s not green and Sae wonders how often you had to struggle with feeding him while he was away in some other country instead of at home dealing with your son’s tantrums with you. 

“Sea! Sea!” Your son exclaims as he is pointing his hand towards it. Seems like he forgot about his sour mood from earlier after not being allowed to munch on a bunch of sand.

You turn to your husband, “I think [S/N] wants to go to the water now.” 

“Hm, seems like it.” He responded.

“Is that true baby? Are you ready for your first swim?”

“YAH!” The sound of your son's babbles mingled up with your laughter are enough to make Sae snort out a quiet one himself as he trails behind you and the infant wobbling his way towards the shallow water.

Although he’ll never say it out loud, he’s elated that he’s finally having a well deserved holiday with people he holds so dearly to his heart.

an — dad!sae is my ultimate weakness...

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[r1nitoshi1]

KISSES AND SNIPPETS — sae itoshi .

࣪ 𝜗𝒞 ៸ ࣪: cutting his bangs.

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.

This time, to shut you up.

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[vxlssaa]

| 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 HE LIKES ME NOT, HE LIKES ME?!

itoshi sae x bubbly reporter! reader 𐙚˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡ ˚

Itoshi Sae thinks you’re annoying. That’s what you have come to believe anyway. 

Being a new, young sports reporter who’s still green behind the ears wasn’t half as easy as some may think. But you didn’t join because you wanted it to be, you joined because it had always been a point of intrigue to know what someone was thinking when playing the game of a lifetime.

And to your surprise, it was going far better than you had initially thought. Because with the grace of tiktok and a sense of humour the internet came to love you, which meant your dreams weren’t just dreams, they were reality.

Clips of interviews went viral, and your follower count on tiktok hit a gleaming 700k within the few months since you graduated university and officially ran head first into working. 

But that wasn’t even the most astounding part about your new life, what truly was astonishing to you was how the athletes came to like you to; and you were sure that was, in part, why their fans came to love you as well.

You didn’t question them as machines meant to entertain, you questioned them as humans. And that recognition of one’s humility is all it takes for it to be returned. 

For everyone but one man. 

Itoshi Sae. 

Most athletes you interview genuinely enjoy the brief chats, laughing and joking along with you, keeping a lighthearted and entertaining conversation for fans. Except for Sae.

Itoshi Sae never laughed at your jokes, never cracked a smile, and never seemed to purposely return a joke. Even as you tried to laugh with him after his blunt sarcasm it was never returned. 

So to say you felt a slight pit of anxiety whenever your boss told you to ask him for an interview after a match, would be an understatement. 

Trying to slip your way through the crowd came as a slight challenge, though as your own popularity arose it had gradually became a bit easier. People recognized you, people respected you and that was more than enough. 

It wasn’t too hard to find the coral locks along the crowd, Itoshi Sae with his bag strewn over his shoulder as he stepped through the lobby with his usual mask of nonchalance. 

He never flinched at the cameras even as the bright lights flashed over his strong features, highlighting the bright teal of his burning gaze when it met yours. 

Sae hated interviews, he hated talking to reports and paparazzi. Yet when he saw you amongst the crowd, two microphones resting between your tapping fingers with a smile on your lips, for whatever reason he didn’t turn to ignore you. He allowed himself to push forward despite his usual reservations, just enough to see if you’d stop him.

“Itoshi!” 

His mind reeled, but he didn’t let it show as he turned to you casually—acting as though hearing his name from your lips brought an ease to his mind. 

“What?” 

Cold, to no one’s surprise. But you smiled all the same, warmly. 

“I was um— I was wondering if I could get a quick interview, if you have time?” A nervous stammer, a hand moving to quickly push a hair from your face as you faced him. You’d interviewed him twice before, but it was enough to make you jittery.

You expected a scoff, or maybe just a silent departure. But instead, he nodded, stepping towards you as you stood stunned for a moment before your smile illuminated and you handed him one of the mics in your hand; waving over your camera man.

Did Sae always stare this intensely? Did he do that to all the interviewers? Or was he just trying to pick you apart? 

“Hello everyone! Today I am joined with the one, and not the only Itoshi, Itoshi Sae!” You quickly greeted the camera before motioning to Sae who didn’t pull his eyes away from you even as you introduced him to the camera that shot live. 

“That was a very intense match against Brazil, you played amazing by the way, as always.” You complimented, meeting his weighted stare as he blinked down at you silently.

Amazing start, you cleared your throat—unfaltering. “You know I’ve always wondered what you think about when you make those plays, does it come to you naturally or is there a lot of calculations involved?” 

Silence stretched for a moment, before Sae adjusted his hand on his bag unconsciously. 

“skill.” 

“Oh, well you definitely have a lot of that!” You tried to joke, laughing as Sae just stared. 

and stared.

and stared. 

“Well! I do hear that you’ve been playing for a while so I’m sure it’s all pretty much engrained by now, huh?” 

Sae nodded, stare unwavering. “Flow state.” 

“Oh like the meme.”

His brows furrowed slightly, “What?”

“Like the tiktok..meme, like entering flow state?” 

“Yeah, flow state.” You smiled, though it was almost glaringly obvious that the two of you were not on the same angle. 

“Well, I don’t want to keep you too long in case you’ve got a big celebration plan but I just have a few more questions if you don’t mind, that’s my version of ‘flow’” 

“You don’t have to rush.” 

He, to your surprise, reassured. You faltered for a moment, biting hack the way your smile threatened to widen enough to make your cheeks burn. “Thank you, that is very kind of you.”

The interview carried on for a another five minutes, and it all came with the same ‘flow’ as it had began. You smile, he stares. You laugh, he stares. 

“Okay! Well thank you so much for speaking with me, and putting up with my horrible soccer jokes. But don’t worry, I’ll let you run away now!” You laughed off, turning to the camera. “Sae here is going to be playing again in three weeks in this same arena, so make sure to score a seat..get it? score a..yeah you got it.” 

Your hands pulled into your signature peace sign to depart and end the interview, waving your two propped fingers to the camera when Sae mimicked your action. His fingers raised, and though his lips didn’t, it was enough.

The interview went tripple platinum.

As it turns out, fans love Itoshi Sae, and they love you too. Combine the two of you and they’re sufficiently fed, maybe.

GOJOSHOLLOWPURPL6767: DID YOU SEE HOW HE LOOKED AT HER? UGHHH 

ITOSHIGOBBLER literally grumpy x sunshine ughh i love then

THUKUNA ao3 writers get to work NOW 

> ALLIEMALLIEA already on it 🫡

POPECODYLUVR WHEN HE COPIED HER PEACE SIGN? HE WANTS THAT COOKIE BADDD 

SAEMUNCHER it’s the fact he never does interviews but has done three with her, Sae I know what you are

itoshi.sae has followed you

itoshi.sae sent you a message:your soccer jokes were funny. 

[kurooangel]

❥ itoshi sae’s girlfriend is terrifying

rin wasn’t expecting his brother’s girlfriend to be this… nice.

you’re kind, loving and caring with his whole family. he’s never seen you upset at his brother, not even when he’s performing nonchalance. as expected, it surprised him.

you were now eating ice cream after one of their matches, rin lost and sae won. while you were waiting for your boyfriend, you smiled at his brother and told him that he played really well and that he’ll have another chance to beat his brother. he smiled tightly, tense. when rin was about to leave, he heard you screaming his brother’s name.

half your ice cream has disappeared while sae was munching like a five years old.

“i’m hungry” your boyfriend says, deadpan expression, as your eyebrow arches. “you’re hungry? yeah, you’re also stupid!” you smack his chest. he doesn’t even flinches, but he swallows when you throw your ice cream to the bin and growl something about him sleeping on the couch, being sex banned and a divorce — despite not being married.

“baby, it’s just an ice cream” sae blinks, and he knows he’s fucked up when he sees the dangerous look you give him. “replaceable, right?” you whisper, and after he nods, you point your index finger with a cute manicured nail at him, “then you’re just a man, and i’m about to throw you out too”. he simply surrenders and follows you towards the stadium’s exit.

rin has to swallow a laugh. maybe he lost the match, but he definitely feels like he won after witnessing that.

silly little thing because i missed writing and especially writing domestic w this trio.