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 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝙱𝚊𝚋𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙰𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝.
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"What the hell was that, Itoshi!?" You couldn't help but shout in exasperation at the reckless soccer prodigy, Itoshi Sae.
However, his reaction was far from the remorse you expected, as he simply looked back at you with an unbothered expression, his unruffled demeanour contrasting starkly with your frustration.
"What?" He asked with a nonchalant tone, seemingly numb to the gravity of the situation.
You momentarily facepalmed, partly out of disbelief and partly out of frustration, realizing that Itoshi Sae didn't seem to give a care at all about the potential consequences of his actions.
"You're going to make us lose our jobs." You muttered under your breath, but your words were just loud enough for the immature Itoshi to hear, earning a subtle smirk from him.
"Just your job." He corrected with a mischievous glint in his eye, his words laden with an unmistakable sense of self-assuredness.
Without further ado, he casually turned and strolled into the quarters of the soccer club, as if the whole debacle was nothing more than a minor inconvenience.
You sighed deeply, both irritated and resigned and decided to follow him from behind.
"You're seriously selfish." You remarked, unable to contain your frustration any longer. It was as if he had a knack for pushing your buttons.
"Am I?" Itoshi Sae retorted, his tone playfully mocking.
"If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have this job." He added, his words dripping with self-importance, or at least that's how it sounded to you.
You raised a sceptical brow, offended that he believed he held the authority to claim credit for your position.
"You don't have the right to say that, Sae. I was suggested to the head by Dianne." You retorted, determined to set the record straight.
The prodigy's response was unexpected and cryptic.
He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a whisper, making you lean in closer to hear. "Well... That's what you think." He murmured, the words barely audible, leaving you with a perplexing sense of uncertainty.
