━ 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐔𝐩 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 (𝐍𝐨, 𝐘𝐨𝐮)!
— pairing; itoshi sae x blue lock manager! reader
— summary; in which you and sae argue over who should hang up first, and ego, very helpfully, settles the issue. set in the blue lock manager au.
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❋ You and Sae are oceans away; while he’s off living the glamorous football life in Spain, you’re back in Japan managing the chaos that is Blue Lock, which means that, more often than not, your relationship thrives on stolen moments and late-night phone calls.
❋ Sae’s schedule is hectic, and yours isn’t any better, but the two of you somehow manage to make it work.
❋ You usually call Sae during your break, when the boys are scattered about the field, guzzling water and catching their breaths after a gruelling training session. Now that everyone’s preoccupied, you quickly pull out your phone, beaming as you call Sae, who picks up after just one ring (he totally wasn’t waiting for your call or anything).
❋ You can hear the faint sound of bustling streets in the background as the two of you fall back into your usual rhythm, alternating between banter and soft exchanges.
“You sound tired.” “Blame Ego and the boys. It’s like herding cats over here.” “Who did what now?” “I miss you.” “When are you coming back?” “Are you eating well? Sleeping enough?”
❋ Your alarm beeps, reminding you that the break is over and you should technically be getting back to work, but you figure that the boys will survive on their own for a few more minutes.
“You hang up first.” “No, you hang up.” “I’m serious. You hang up.” “Stop being annoying and hang up.”
❋ Enter: Ego Jinpachi, the mastermind of Blue Lock, and your very exasperated boss, who regrets ever hiring you, even if your parents are funding the programme.
❋ He’s been silently watching as you waste precious training minutes in favour of your sappy teenage romance with Sae, and promptly decides that enough is enough.
❋ You don’t notice Ego approaching until he’s literally looming over you, a vein throbbing in his temple. Without missing a beat, Ego snatches the phone from your hands, his voice dryer than the Sahara. “Goodbye, Itoshi.” Then, with a swift press of the button, he ends the call.
❋ He hands your phone back to you while still maintaining eye contact with you. “There you go,” he says sarcastically, and you’re mortified as he stalks off without looking back.