Video game luvr! Itoshi Sae ♡
self indulgent, non-proofread and tsundere sae (canon trust, I’m literally kaneshiro) // 1.1k words
“So this is what you’ve been up to?” He clicks his tongue, arm perched over the couch, looming over your slouched figure; compared to him, sheen of sweat yet still picture perfect—you were a mess.
The two of you, he couldn’t quite describe—Worlds apart, he supposes? It’s endearing in its own way.
Your boyfriend, who came home from after an awful productive day of soccer practice; which meant the usual; Laps at the crack of dawn, endless drills and finally—no breaks.
To him, this was his normal. Engraved and etched onto his bones, this is what made him who he was today.
So, seeing you like this, he can only judge; how do you find comfort in.. not moving?
What seems to be a mountain of sheets wraps around you. The room, which was your shared living room, despite its minimalism aesthetic, was nothing short of a mess.
The eyesore brightness of the tv screen only bounces and reflects against the sheets, as the sounds of grunting and punches whiff through the sound system.
And of course, instead of the one you were initially eyeing, which was the first model, he got you the switch two. Nothing but the best for his dearest, after all!
He’s seen you eye the console every now and then, whether it is watching gameplays with seething envy, or from the windows each time you guys go out.
And out of the kindness of his heart, and maybe the thrill of providing both your needs and wants despite your dismay, he bought it for you; even went through his way to buy a couple games—he’s remembered the snippets of your monologue whenever the topic drifted, murmurs you thought you’ve kept to yourself.
Now, Sae Itoshi, in all his glory, can only stare, the gears within his soccer-fueled mind not understanding what exactly was just so fun about this.
“What I’m doing,” the uniformed clicking follows, precise in its own way. “is highly important.” You mumble, eyes glued to the wide screen; an array of colors, flashes and the sound of swords clashing against flesh plays a terrific melody.
“You’ve been here since when, exactly?” Sae can only perk closer, head lowering to the comfort of the sheets, his chin resting atop your head. “I swear, this’ll become routine. An unhealthy one, if I may add.”
As much as he trusted you with your own well being, he knew you like the back of his hand; once you were to ever be enthralled by something, it'll be hard to snap you out of it—you’d always been like that, so goal oriented.
Would’ve been charming, it really was, but it’d been a dual edged blade; now was a wonderful example. Sharp, his tone lowers. “Since when exactly, (name)?”
You yawn. “I don’t know, since uh, eight?” you mutter, as if you remarked the weather today; it was cloudy, and you wouldn’t know—because even the curtains were closed up until then.
The clicking of the buttons only intensifies, increasing as you barely bat your eyes in his direction; not like you did in the first place, considering how much of an eyesore the screen was. Too many things were happening.
Eight in the morning. He’s never looked at the clock faster, it’s currently ten in the fucking evening. He left around seven for training.
With a tired sigh, deep as he pinches the bridge of his nose—he doesn’t know if you still have the capacity to care for yourself. “Are we serious right now, (name)? Can you not see the severity of your actions right now?”
“I swear, sometimes I ask myself why I love you,” His brows furrow, though he knows he really isn’t that angry at you. “you’re too stubborn for your own good.”
“Guess you’ll have to figure that out yourself, babe.” You muse, the sly grin only peers wider, scoffing at his stern expression.
He swears he feels a vein pop. The soft puff that leaves your lips pisses him more than it should—and for him, that’d be abnormal. But then again, it was you who caused it.
The only exception to everything he’s against; the only flaw he’s never tried to scrub or polish. Instead, he loved every bit of it, of you.
And maybe, just maybe because of that petty little comment you just felt the need to say, he finally decides to meddle in; you’re not taking care of yourself, and as your boyfriend, it’s time he oughta teach you a lesson.
Whilst you remain emerged in whatever you were playing, he makes his way closer, around the sofa, footsteps muffled by the carpet. The closer he reaches, the more he clearly hears the persistent clicking of the controller.
You didn’t feel the need to look down at whatever you clicked—he’ll admit, he’s somewhat impressed at your abilities; it’s practically a 6th sense!
His arms, fleshy and strained from the endless training, knowing how demanding the sports had been, engulf your neck.
You don’t pester, infact, you decide to wallow and submit. The blankets that swallowed you whole are now tossed aside carelessly, as they plop a pile by the sofa.
Somehow, he managed to squeeze himself onto the couch without you noticing, arms inching lower to grab your waist and plop your weight against his lap; you remained unfazed, almost nimble and compliant to his shifts.
Your back presses against his chest, and the warmth he radiated felt warmer than any of those blankets ever did. You purr a sound of satisfaction, pressing closer, a content hum slips off.
“You’re warm.” you lull against him, rubbing your head against his shoulder. “And sweaty.”
You pause the game, now staring at him with those beady hues of yours. He swears his heart skipped a beat—and he hates how easy it was for you.
“Sae?” you call out, the name rolls off your tongue beautifully, he notices, much to his dismay.
You glint, a cat-like smile on your lips as you admire the sight and all its glory—Sae Itoshi, who the world knew as strict, blunt and nothing of warmth was currently pouting. He was anything but intimidating.
Doesn’t help that his bangs, which you’d always pestered him about, are finally down. Sae, who’d been eyeing your microglances, only feels warmer, unfortunately tinting the hue of his cheeks a pretty pink.
“Y-Yeah?” his tone, which’d always been so composed and concise, falters, cracks as his eyes suddenly find the wall to be interesting; you chuckle.
“You’re as red as a tomato right now.” he then proceeds to bury his face down to your hair, letting the scent of your shampoo engulf his senses—he wouldn’t mind dying like this, if it meant having to deal with your teasing.
But then again, he’s never minded it. Infact, it’s one of the eons of traits he loves about you.
Sae wishes he could stay in this moment forever; your weight against his, and not having to be Sae Itoshi. Just Sae. Your Sae.
I’m still struggling with layout I’m SOWWY anyways I’m back and uh sorry I deleted my old posts, prolly will rewrite them 🤤 I’ll probably start accepting requests pls im desperate