Even when you hurt me a million times, I will always come back crawling 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔.
: ̗̀➛ 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐓𝐖𝐎
CW: Mentions of potential Lemon, strong Language, and Angst.
- L/n Y/n met an old foe, Itoshi Sae, and it was rather the most unpleasant reun...
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╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ♡ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╮
𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝙵𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚛 𝙵𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐.
╰── ⋅ ⋅ ── ♡ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╯
"Get up. You have an interview by nine." You vigorously shook Itoshi Sae's hefty body, your impatience growing with each passing moment as you awaited his revival from the cold, hard ground.
Itoshi had been diligently immersed in his customary daily training regime, but on this particular day, an unexpected wave of exhaustion had overcome him, causing him to succumb to the grasp of slumber.
It was apparent that the harsh criticism from his senior soccer player, the indomitable Leonardo Luna, had cast a long shadow over him, leaving him in a state of turmoil.
Ever since the unfateful encounter with Leonardo, a talented and unyielding soccer player—that he hated with his gut—a motion had begun to take place within the young Itoshi Sae's head.
An unmistakable fire had been kindled in his heart, igniting a fervour for self-improvement that seemed to burn brighter with each passing day.
You, a diligent observer of his training routine, had noted the increased intensity and commitment he poured into his workouts, yet you remained oblivious to the true depth of his dedication.
Little did you know that Itoshi was already teetering on the precipice of his physical and mental limits, his drive to prove himself to Leonardo and silence the inner doubts pushing him to the brink.
As you impatiently waited for him to rise, unaware of the inner turmoil that had driven him to this point, the realization of his relentless pursuit of excellence was yet to dawn upon you.
Itoshi Sae slowly blinked open his eyes, revealing the mesmerizing shades of teal that seemed to hold the secrets of a deep ocean within them.
He gazed at you with an almost disinterested neutrality, as if the concept of urgency was entirely foreign to him.
With a nonchalant sigh, he dismissed the importance of the impending interview, muttering, "Then cancel the interview" before closing his eyes once more, his silken lashes gently grazing his cheek as he surrendered to sleep's gentle embrace on the unforgiving ground.
Your irritation mounted as his laziness persisted.
You couldn't fathom how someone could be so nonchalant about a crucial meeting.
Crouching down to his level, your patience wearing thin, you resorted to a more forceful approach. A sharp tap on his cheek was your attempt to jolt him from his slumber, but it seemed that his stubbornness was as deep as his teal eyes.
