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 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚞𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝙻𝚎𝚒𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎. 𝙸
╰── ⋅ ⋅ ── ♡ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╯
On your much-anticipated day off, the break from the relentless demands of your role as the assistant to soccer prodigy Itoshi Sae was a welcomed relief.
Navigating the intricacies of managing a grown man who, despite his prowess on the soccer field, seemed to lack the basic skills of self-discipline and responsibility, proved to be a challenging endeavour.
Itoshi Sae's obstinate nature and often childlike behaviour turned your job into more of a babysitting role than that of a professional assistant.
The daily routine involved not only dealing with his unwavering arrogance but also tending to seemingly trivial matters like organizing his wardrobe, a task that required frequent reminders.
Itoshi Sae's demeanor, as if he held dominion over the entire world, was a characteristic that grated on your nerves and formed a stark contrast to the image of a disciplined and focused athlete.
As you reveled in the solace of your day off, the echoes of Itoshi Sae's demanding presence lingered in your mind.
Oh how glad you were to be finally out of his presence.
Ring!
Ring!
Ring!
[A/N: Wow! I wonder who's calling? :^) ]
The intrusive melody of your ringing phone reverberated through the confines of your apartment, prompting an audible groan to escape your lips as you begrudgingly reached for the device resting on the nearby table.
Casting a disdainful glance at the caller's ID, your features contorted momentarily in a scowl, realizing with a sense of exasperation that the persistent caller was none other than the irksome soccer prodigy, Itoshi Sae.
Of course, it's always him.
Determined to preserve the sanctity of your day off, you defiantly chose to ignore his call, nonchalantly placing the phone next to you on the sofa.
Turning your attention to the television, you sought solace in the diversion it provided, attempting to drown out the persistent ringing emanating from your disregarded phone.
The incessant cadence of the rings, however, proved to be an unwelcome accompaniment to your moments of leisure.
As the calls persisted, an unmanageable annoyance took hold.
