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sae itoshi x we are alone, just you and me
It’s not like Sae Itoshi didn’t believe in love. In fact, he was very aware of love as a concept being pretty real, as well as something he never could see himself being interested in. Since a young age, his priorities and plan to become the best striker in the world had left little to no time for whatever didn’t work in favor of achieving his goal.
But then something happened, you happened. Nothing more than a stranger assigned to be his new manager, one he couldn’t get rid of if he tried. Not in Japan, not in Spain, not when he didn’t feel like hearing a single word uttered by another human being, not when he’d refuse to attend photoshoots or give an interview. You’d just always be there, a presence so persistent he’d feel on the edge of insanity at every rude remark and whim you refused to let scratch your armor of tireless professionalism.
And then, one day Sae could tell something was wrong. Your eyes were dull, tone weary, no sight of the smile you’d usually accompany the good morning, Mr. Itoshi that would have him react with a mocking, impatient snort. You still went through his daily schedule, impeccable as always, but something kept nagging at his brain during training, so much that he couldn’t properly focus. Not with the stands so empty, not with the sad inflection of your voice still ringing in his ears. And so, for the first time in his life and not without a grunt, Sae Itoshi left halfway through his training to go looking for you.
You might not be his manager anymore but, sure enough, Sae still can’t go through a single day without you. He doesn’t quite understand how it’s happened, but he now wakes up next to you most mornings. Always the one waking up first, he doesn’t move a muscle and just stays perfectly still, barely able to placate the tingling of fingers always so eager to explore features he already has memorized. The bridge of your nose, the softness of your eyebrows, fluttering lashes and parted lips. He’s usually only able to resist for a few minutes, that’s all you get before he grazes the tip of your nose with his own until you stir awake and he can kiss you once he’s sure you’re conscious enough to feel it. You try to pull back, mumbling a pathetic morning breath against his mouth. He just firmly grabs a hold of both of your cheeks with one hand and pulls you closer.
There’s still plenty Sae doesn’t understand about love but you’re a good teacher and he’s always been a dedicated student. What he’s still having a hard time handling are the moments you become sheepish, hesitant. You’ve had your fair share of hate comments and rude insinuations, you usually handle paparazzi and gossip articles well enough (most of the time he’s the one getting worked up, the man has opened an entire instagram account just to have a place he could share pictures of you to shut ‘em all up) but when it comes to stadiums, teammates, reporters? You just shy away, you pull back. You get scared. And he cannot stand it.
“Relax” Sae mutters.
“I’m totally relaxed” your plastic smile has his eyes rolling by default.
It’s a little ritual he has: before every game he’s always the first player to arrive in the tunnel. He makes sure to hide from cameras and fans, perfectly concealed by the semi-darkness.
Sae wants you there each time you’re at the stadium, not so much for himself but for you. He knows how nervous and overwhelmed you get, he knows the same floodlights that have adrenaline buzzing through his veins can be blinding and he can only guess how deafening all the cheering and applause he lives for can become.
So, before each game, he takes a second to just be there.
“We are alone” one strong arm is suddenly around your waist as he pulls you into him and his lips press to your temple “just you and me”
“We’re definitely not alone” you giggle nervously as you hug him back, secretly savoring the scent of his clean jersey.
“We are. Whose else’s voice can you hear right now?”
“A couple thousand people?”
He huffs, a gentle finger underneath your chin to lift your face enough for his lips to find the shell of your ear.
“Really?” the gruffness punctuating his hushed tone does something funny to your stomach “I’m this close and you’re thinking about a couple thousand people?”
You laugh again, hiding your face into his chest. It’s one of your favorite things, the way his arms close around you in a second. Right at the beginning of your relationship, you remember telling him how touch starved you thought he was. That’s fucking ridiculous, he had grumbled, only to melt under your fingertips, chase your lips and fall asleep with your legs intertwined most nights.
“M’sorry” you whisper and Sae scoffs.
“Don’t apologize”
“But I’m—”
“You’re not”
High maintenance. The nerve you have to even attempt to speak such silly words in front of him, the literal king of troublesome personalities.
You deflate against his chest with a sigh and he hugs you tighter, already glaring at the staff member who’s about to approach you.
“It’s just us. They’re white noise in the background” he has to whisper it because the goddamn asshole is actually coming closer.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Itoshi, it’s time—”
“Five fucking minutes” he snaps, one hand reaching protectively to the nape of your neck. It’s no use, because you pull back and his body is left cold once again.
“I’m leaving in a second” the smile you direct the staff member is genuine, sweet. Sae knows the excited drone of teammates approaching the tunnel is always your cue, so he presses a quick kiss to the corner of your mouth.
