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his calloused hands gripped at the sheets tightly. he writhed and groaned, his fingers clawing at his throat, gasping, reaching out.

pant, pant

“wake up” your fingers tangled in the fabric of his worn-out t-shirt he wore to bed. you didn't know what brought you into his dark room.

“dabi!”

his head sprung from the rock hard pillow, out of breath. he looked around frantically, his staples glinting in the dark. his face turned to you, his eyes flicking to your face.

“dab–”

he pulled you in, rolling you over to the side of his bed. you landed with a soft thump, his arms pulling you close. his fingers inched onto your clothes, pulling you closer.

your hands were placed on his chest, the light pushing had stopped. you ran your fingers through his hair, then traced the circles under his dead eyes.

“are you okay?”

“are you? you were gone– you were–” his voice croaky and hoarse.

you pushed his head to your chest, his staples poking at the skin around your neck. his arms enveloped you in a warm embrace as you nudged your chin against his head, providing all the reassurance you could.

“i–”

“shut” he incoherently mumbled against your chest, his breathing evening and eventually slowing down.

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the day was here. you were finally meeting the guy you had been talking to since last december. you figeted anxiously as you sat on the cold bench in a quiet, sceduled park.

you squinted at the distance, a tall figure was making their way upto the bench. it almost felt like your heart was beating right in your hands, which were shoved in the pockets of your coat as you slowly made your way up.

“riki?” your voice cracked, you were cringing at yourself.

“[name].” he breathed out. he was nervous, but you could barely tell from the the akward-ness emitting around the two of you.

“it's so nice to meet you.” his voice shook you awake from your uncertainty as you found yourself smiling at the gentleness in his voice.

“c'mere” you threw your hands up and around him, squeezing him and closing the finally closing the distance you had been wanting to ever since you met him on that online game months ago.

his head nuzzled onto the gap in your neck like a finishing puzzle piece, it felt like he could already hear the wedding bells as he found himself engulfed in your sweet scent.

“i thought you wouldn't show up for a second there” you laughed out of relief as your mind threw back to you almost digging a hole to bury yourself in at the possibility of being stood up a few seconds ago.

“for you? not show up? sick joke.”

“mhm”

“i wasn't actually the only one showing up, so I got a little late.” before you could open your mouth to speak, he continued, “by a few seconds.”

his warm hands slowly took out a box, it being envolped with cute drawings on the cover which made you giggle. a sweet smell hit you as your head quirked up in curiosity.

“i didn't know which flavour you liked.. so I got you chocolate. i hope that's okay?” he looked away sheepishly. they were cake pops, decorated with colourful sprinkles and sauces. he swore your face lit up, his hyungs would be proud of him.

“riki!” he swore he could feel himself start to get light headed.

you pushed his mask down with your fingers, the other one cupping his face as the box of cake held on for dear life in between your thighs.

he threw your lips on his. his hands messily made their way onto your waist, on which they would be laying for a long time. your shaky, sweaty palms pushed him closer.

you wanted to suffocate on his presence, and he already did.

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i waited an entire 16 minutes and he didn't join, we'll try again tomorrow 😘

making this as a manifestation for my e boy husband to finally join me on brookhaven

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making this as a manifestation for my e boy husband to finally join me on brookhaven

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dad headcanons for kaiser

suddenly becomes really protective. going to the kitchen for water? let him get some for you. hungry? let him make something for you regardless of his absolute trash cooking skills. going to the bathroom at night? let him stand outside the door for you as you finish, or even better, let him stand right beside the toilet. it really would've been annoying if his worried, cute little face wouldn't be asking you if you were okay after the slightest shift.

spoils you. gets you the weirdest little trinkets and huge unesscecary things, why? because he heard you mumbling about them at night with your drool all over his shirt. when you attempt on scolding him about it, he starts rubbing your temples and back for some reason. telling you to save it for your child.

is scared. doesn't quite admit it, but you know he stays awake at night thinking about what kind of a father he'd turn out to be. he fears himself sometimes, but you know he makes promises to your bump and you in the dead of night. promises about how he'll keep the both of you save forever, right in his arms, where he needs you both to be. but if you dare ask him about it, the next morning he'll deny it like a child getting caught playing their game while they were supposed to be studying.

scared the entire time in the cold, quite waiting room. beads of sweat down his pale face as he nibbles on the skin around his fingers in worry. your parents, relatives, baby cousins, even! tried telling him that's it going to be okay. but that seemed to make him hold a grunge against each and every one of them as he complained to you later, rubbing your knuckles and placing soft little kisses on them telling you how he'd always worry for you with no exceptions.

and you know he's going to be a great dad as he cradles the baby in his shaky, sweaty arms. he turns his back on you and wipes his eyes on the creased sleeves of his shirt, telling you how it's because something got in them and he's just showing the baby the other side of the room. but you know, as the quiet, tiny, tear drops remain on the baby's cute face as he places it in your arms again.

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CORTISSSSSS

I need more of them I am gnawing at the bars of my enclosur– I JUST WANNA GET IT WATCH ME GO GO GO

also my baby kenho

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ty so much for 100 followers! i love all of you and I am making out with each one of you, one by one. see that gap in your closet? im there, say hi.

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MY BABIES

More of baby itoshi bothers~

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Masterlist

blue lock:

itoshi sae, itoshi rin, oliver aiku, kaiser michael, shidou

jujutsu kaisen:

gojo satoru, nanami kento, megumi fushiguro

death note:

enhyphen:

heeseung, jay, jake, sunghoon, sunoo, jungwon, niki

(more coming soon!)

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sae would walk for a while every morning and every night. it was like his unsaid tradition ever since you got to know him. it was sad seeing him slip out of your arms every morning for some lame walk but it eventually stopped bothering you.

on some uneventful nights where you had nothing left to do at home but rot on the couch and wait for him to get back, you would accompany him.

it was one of those nights. you slipped on a loose jacket, a pair of worn out slippers and locked the door behind you with your over-the-top sparkly keys as sae contently waited.

as you two walked, you could feel the cold breeze nip at your skin which made you inch closer to him. only to find out he was colder. his hands were freezing, frostbite level cold and you could trace the goosebumps on his skin.

“you're freezing” you hurriedly pointed out before slipping out of your jacket.

“no i'm not.” he held your hand in a silent plea to make you put your jacket back on.

“are you trying to gaslight me?” you stopped walking, turning to him in a dramatically slow motion.

“what? no. leave it.”

“we are not moving until you slip this thing on.” the jacket slipped off your shoulders and onto your hand which was holding it out like treasure.

“put that back on, it's yours.”

“what is mine is also yours. and vice versa for your food, candy, clothes–”

“how do you expect us both to fit?” he flicked at your forehead.

“we'll manage”

after a lot of convincing, sae threw it on and you went through the back of the jacket. in that way, you could wrap your hands around his waist and leave him squealing like a school girl, mabey.

he zipped it up and you both tripped a few times, fell twice and got weird looks at the cold streets but nonetheless, it was a 10/10 experience and you would defiently be accompanying him on every other walk.

except mabey the ones in the mornings, there was no way you'd be getting up at six in the morning at your own will.

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your limbs were loosely wrapped all over him yet he still wasn't asleep. well, you couldn't exactly tell. you pushed yourself up on an elbow and looked over.

he was turned around as the tips of your fingers brought his face closer to yours. through the darkness of the room, you could barely recognise his facial proportions but after a few squints you noticed the crease on the side of his eyes.

“why are you still awake?” your fingers traced the area under his tired eyes. you pulled the blanket over him tighter, in hopes of finding out what exactly could be bothering him so late.

he doesn't answer, just stares at you like it's your fault. his lips part but his eyes quickly divert. it's almost like he's biting his words back.

“do you want me to speed up the conditioner?”

“no.”

“am i not giving you enough space?” you absent-mindedly push yourself away, to which he replies by wrapping a cold hand around your wrist and shaking his head.

“okay so then you must be thirsty.”

“no.”

you stare at him for a good ten seconds. “then?” you shrug, getting ready to fall back into the warmth of the duvet you both were sharing.

“you forgot to say ‘i love you’ before you slept.”

“itoshi sae you big baby.” you sighed out, though it was quickly covered with a light giggle and a sloppy peck to his face.

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unspoken rules | 10

(Itoshi Sae x female reader)

Switching from one job to another as a maid wasn't easy due to your multiple bad experiences with previous employers. Somehow, you had landed a job as the maid for Itoshi Sae, a famous footballer. He was more present at his estate in Japan, as he was back home to train for an upcoming match, meaning he needed someone to take care of things whilst he was busy. You kept things in order as best as you could, mostly out of fear of his intimidating presence and incase he'd let you go, leaving you with no employment and nowhere to live. But as a few mishaps occur here and there, you're convinced Sae despises you even more - yet does not fire you, for some reason.

• angst, maid, reader has no friends or family, intimidation, hurt/comfort, shy reader, Itoshi Sae is bad at feelings. inspired by this story!

Warning: implied/referenced past sexual harrassment, reader has no friends or family.

!! DO NOT MAKE AI BOTS OF MY FIC !!

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The journey to Spain consisted of you drifting in and out of sleep. It was a surprise you even fell asleep with Sae beside you; the longest he'd ever been near you.

You were never relaxed around him, but your body succumbed to exhaustion.

Sae placed his sleeping mask over his eyes again after he drank his tea, although he only drank half.

The first time you woke up in the middle of the night, you tried to spot something out of the window. Clouds faded from the starry sky, the full moon gleaming enough light onto them for you to see. 

Turning your head back to the dark plane, the electric barrier between you and Sae wasn't pushed up, unlike other passengers. He left it down.

He sat in the same position as you last saw him in, still and stagnant. It was a shock that he was still alive, with his subtle breathing and chest raising ever so slightly. It was odd, but comforting to see him so peaceful.

Instinctively, you pulled the blanket over you, until you realised…

Since when did you have a blanket?

It was big and dark blue, same as the pillow on your back from the airline. You never packed a blanket with you, and even if you did, you had not retrieved your bag from above you, where Sae put it.

You glanced at your sleeping boss, noticing he had a blanket over his lap only. It was the same colour.

Did he ask the flight attendant for a blanket? 

And did he put it over you?

You doubted the flight attendant would have put it over you, especially when you sat in the window seat.

You were too tired to ponder further. You turned away from him and closed your eyes.

You woke up throughout the flight for each meal or snacks that you and Sae ate at the same time, or when you watched a film you never heard of, already feeling groggy. There was enough room to get past Sae to use the bathroom, although it was still awkward when you had imagined tripping onto his lap.

Jetlag hit you during the layover in Istanbul, early in the morning. Sae's eyes looked tired too, though nearly not as much as you. Maybe he was used to flying, but what use was it to come back to Madrid for a couple of weeks? Surely, it was less of a hassle to sort everything in Japan, instead of going back and forth.

You rolled your shoulders to ease the soreness and aches in your body. Your seat was comfortable on the plane, but it didn't beat a bed - your bed. The bed at Sae's house was the most comfortable one you had the privilege of sleeping on. At your previous employers’ homes, you often had to share a room with another maid or staff member. Sharing wasn't the problem, but the rooms were small and in turn, the beds were small and low quality. You often got nightmares back then, and the beds were a part of the many reasons why.

You were not ready to go back to those kinds of beds, when Sae would leave forever. Although, beds were the least of your worries when you considered the treatment from your previous employers.

Sae took your bag on his shoulder ever since you departed from the plane, as well as his own. You knew his arms were strong, you'd seen his muscles, but he was your boss - not the other way aronud. 

“Sir,” you spoke, trying to keep up with him down the terminal of the Istanbul airport. “I can hold my bag."

“Do you need something from it?” he asked. Were you crazy, or did he speed up so you couldn't take your bag from him? You didn't know how he managed it, when tiredness was evident in his slightly groggy voice.

You wondered how much more groggy his voice could get.

Was it raspier when he woke up in bed, compared to the plane?

Wait, what are you even thinking?

"No, I-"

"Your shoulders are hurting,” he cut in.

How did he notice? He barely looked at you since you had gotten off of the plane, or even on the plane, not that you were complaining.

After waiting around for an hour and a half, you got onto the next plane for your layover that would land in Madrid.

The taxi that picked you both up from the airport drove through the streets of Madrid. It was difficult to take in as much as you could from the window, you didn't know how much of the city you'd see during your time here, but your eyes were watering from tiredness. You only caught small gimpses of busy streets and skyscrapers. Tourist heavy areas were easy to depict, where people flocked in and out of cafe doors. Flags hung and blew from tops of buildings. Some were the flag of Spain and others looked to be football flags.

Sun blared through the window, making you avert your gaze from the glare, although the winter here felt fairly chill.

You didn't realise you drifted off on the way to…wherever the taxi was going, head slowly ducking down, until you felt gentle tapping on your arm.

The touch made you slightly jolt awake, blinking rapidly and raising your head to meet Sae's eyes. The car door behind him was half-open.

It was one of the first times he voluntarily touched you.

Well, he touched you before, caught you, actually. The other times, you almost tripped and fell in front of him, or when you literally fell on top of him in the library. That could still be voluntary, he could have easily let you fall and hurt yourself.

Instead, a few light taps on your arm with his finger was enough to wake you up. 

Wait, why did it even matter?

“We’re here,” he spoke.

"Oh." You internally cringed at the hoarseness of your voice.

You felt a mess and probably looked it too. You felt hungry too, which was the result of your incohesive sleep on the plane and lack of sleep at home, even if you had eaten on the plane.

Opening the door on your side, you stepped out of the car. Sae must have already paid because the taxi driver immediately left when you got out.

Back home, Sae lived in the middle of nowhere.

He was even an hour away from the nearest small village. You wondered if he bought it, or if he had the house built for him. Either way, it seemed purposeful to choose a location that isolated himself.

From where you stood, you saw other houses in the distance, although they were nowhere near close. Walking to the next house seemed like a short walk in itself, as opposed to neighbours you could borrow sugar from.

Keys jingled as Sae unlocked the short gate and creaked it open. You followed him and he didn't bother to lock it up again.

Sea green waves of grass blanketed the ground, aside from the few stairs that lead up to the villa. It was a contemporary villa. Another wide mansion, but smaller than the one in Japan. Windows took up the bottom half of building, with closed curtains concealing the rooms inside from your view.

Did Sae own this place too? 

Meanwhile, you couldn't even afford a singular room to rent for yourself.

Here, nothing hid him. He lived on a street, as opposed to an entire area to himself. An architechural alter-ego.

Sae unlocked the tall door at the centre of the building and you followed him in. He pressed a switch and dim light illuminated the surroundings, since the closed curtains stopped natural light from leaking in.

The inside had a white, modern interior. Spacious floor of the foyer went on for years, with the living room at the back of the room, miles away. The left of the foyer was decorated with fake palm tree leaves, whilst the right led up to the staircase, where the long hall across the upstairs could be seen from here.

"You should sleep," his deep voice interrupted your peering, turning your attention back to Sae. Strands of dark crimson hair framed his forehead, almost falling into his teal eyes. "The rooms are upstairs."

You nodded slowly. "Thank you, sir."

He took off his shoes and you followed suit, before heading up the stairs.

At the top of the stairs was a door that you assumed to be a bathroom, and down the walkway was a long hall with two doors, one on each end. The door on the right looked closer than the left one, or maybe it seemed that way with how tired you were, so you opted for the right.

Opening it, you were about to drop dead in the doorway, as if your body could sense a bed was there. You went straight for the soft mattress and passed out.

The first thing you registered was his scent.

The room was foggy as you blinked your eyes open. You felt gross, groggy and in need of a stretch.

The scent went deep into your lungs when you inhaled. To your brain.

Sharp, musk, manly.

Yet, it was faint.

You looked around when you realised. There was no way Sae's scent lasted here in Spain, whilst he was in Japan. What kind of cologne was that?

Wait.

That wasn't right.

You sat up slowly.

You were in a king-sized bed, too much mattress for you to roll around in. A large, flat-screen TV was pinned on the wall opposite the bed. Beside it was a white door, seeming to be a closet or bathroom.

The room was large and spacious, with the other side far from the bedroom door. Two wardrobes stood side-by-side, tall like Sae's library, with a mirror between them. Opposite them was a small, beige couch and an oak table, similar to the ones in his office at home. Baby blue walls framed the room.

Light brown curtains were almost closed, a peak of light and a small breeze leaking through.

The light meant you had no idea what time it was, or how long you'd slept for. You sure as hell didn't remember looking around the room before you slept.

Details had you doubting yourself.

The size of the bed. The few folded clothes on the couch. The wardrobes not closing tightly because of the amount of clothes inside of it.

The familar, faint scent.

It wasn't…

Was this Sae's room?!

You knew you shouldn't, but you pushed yourself up from the bed and stepped over to the wardrobe.

You opened it, carefully in case a bunch of clothes fell out. 

Inside was full of men's clothes; Sae's clothes.

You slammed it shut, as if there was a terrifying creature inside and not clothes.

Were you that tired, you couldn't even check what room you were in?

You rubbed your forehead out of both disbelief and tiredness.

It wasn't like Sae told you which room to take either. Sometimes, it felt like he did these things on purpose, even if it was your own stupid mistake.

What time was it anyway?

You spotted your bag at the floor of the bed, until you realised there was no use in checking your phone. You hadn't changed the timezone to Spain and right now, you couldn't be bothered.

Hang on…

You also didn't take your bag up here. Sae still had it on his shoulder, when you got out of the taxi and when you entered the house.

And the French doors were slightly ajar, that was why the curtain was slightly blowing from the breeze. You didn't open it.

So, that could only mean one thing.

He had walked in here to see you fast asleep, snuggled in his bed.

You wanted to die.

At least…he let you sleep? Then again, he also let you sleep in his car that other time and you were embarrassed about that too.

It was impossible to make yourself feel less mortified.

You spotted a clock hanging above the door. It was 5pm.

Goodness. And you slept the entire day away in his room. 

You let out a sigh, stood in the middle of the room.

Was he going to be mad?

Did he get some sleep too? Where did he sleep? There was another room, wasn't there?

Recently, it was difficult to tell whether Sae would or wouldn't be mad at you. Especially, ever since you cried in front of him. He probably didn't want to witness that again, it must have made him feel uncomfortable and annoying to see his maid cry.

He acted like his usual harsh and blunt self, but he seemed to have toned it down, particularly for the flight here. Whether it was or wasn’t intentional, it was understandable if he simply wanted to get the journey over and done with.

But now, it dawned on you that you were here, in Madrid, alone with him. Alone with a man.

Your previous employers were all male. Middle-aged businessmen with too much money. Married or divorced, it didn't matter to them. Not when a young girl was working for them, simply trying to do her job to earn a roof over her head.

You tried not to be alone with them for too long, quickly excusing yourself with other responsibilities. Brief moments with them "accidentally" brushing a hand over your leg, in short uniform they forced you to wear, or joking about their lack of sex life to you, and more, was enough for you not to keep up a conversation. 

None of them were even half as kind to you as Sae was, and he barely spoke to you.

You couldn't say you ever had a crush before either. Maybe, you occasionally found a man attractive in passing on the street or on the bus, on one of your days off. But you knew that was the extent your attraction went to.

But Sae wasn't just any man. It wasn't necessarily his fame, status or career that made you nervous. Nor was it entirely his wealth that you lived and worked in.

He was intimidating and closed off. You couldn't read him, couldn't understand what emotions were behind those bright, perplexing, yet observant eyes.

There was something there, even if you didn't know what.

You didn't need to read him, but it became a habit every time he treated you like a human being.

Had he ever done this before? Taken a female staff member on a flight, to Madrid? Or did it not matter that you were a girl, because you were just his staff after all?

Or had he ever taken any woman to Madrid? Or vice versa, had he taken a woman to Japan?

You assumed he didn't currently have a girlfriend.

Just days ago, you struggled to sleep at night because of the impending fear of not having a place to live and work. It was still a worry, of course, but…

He was another worry. Not where you were afraid that he would do anything to you or hurt you. You gathered quickly, from your first days working for him, that Sae was not that type of man.

Maybe...you wouldn't be alone with him the entire time. Maybe he'd give you more tasks to do here then he did back home.

You somewhat fixed yourself in Sae's mirror, trying to look put together, even though you desperately needed a shower. You braced yourself, before going downstairs.

You'd need to apologise for sleeping in his room too.

He had opened the curtains downstairs. The kitchen and living room were closer together, an open space with no doors separating them, as opposed to his house in Japan.

You registered the sound of chopping as you neared, slowing your footsteps when you saw Sae stood at the kitchen counter, his broad back facing away. He changed his clothes, in a white shirt that looked to be a button-up.

He must have had to change elsewhere, since you took up his space…

"Are you hungry?" he asked, suddenly.

You paused. You should have known that he knew you were behind him, after all, your footsteps stopped. 

You pulled yourself together once he turned around, probably from your lack of answer, his expression blank as always.

The first few buttons of his shirt were undone. He adorned a thin, silver chain around his neck with a dainty, rectangular emerald pendant that sat on his chest. Occasionally, he wore necklaces and you saw this one around his neck on the plane, but you hadn't seen the pendant until now. The shade of the pendant was the exact same as his eyes.

"Uh…yes, maybe soon, sir," you replied, nervously. You were actually starved and you could eat the entire house, but you'd need to bring up some things first. "I-" "What do you want to eat?" he asked.

"Anything you would like," you answered, before returning to your initial worry. "I…I noticed I slept in the wrong room, I'm sorry. Did you get any sleep, sir?"

He shook his head lightly. "It's a room, and I slept a few hours."

That was the most ressurance you'd get from him, but at least he didn't seem to care. Still, it was embarrassing.

Your attention turned to the knife and chopping board of green peppers behind him. "Oh, I can cook…”

"I'm doing it," his deep voice spoke.

You gave a barely-there, polite smile and nodded, glancing away. Maybe…he was annoyed you slept the entire day and considered you unreliable to cook for him now. But it reminded you to ask, "Are my duties here the same?"

He paused, and you swore his emerald eyes wavered for a second.

"There is nothing to be done."

Your eyebrows rose slightly, surprised.

What about the cleaning?

"Are there no chores?" You hated how shocked you sounded. It wasn't like you wanted to do chores. But, wasn't that what you were here for?

He simply shook his head. "You can accompany me to places I need to go."

You blinked away, nodding. It seemed like he didn't want to talk about it anymore. 

So what were you meant to do? 

"Um…may I shower?" you asked hesitantly.

"Do whatever you wish."

Upstairs, you secretly went back into Sae's room to make his bed. Hopefully, he'd think you did that before you went downstairs. You then went to the room at the opposite end of the hall. 

The walls were cream-coloured, as opposed to the baby blue of Sae's room. It was just as spacious as his room, with a similar layout and French doors with a balcony, albeit the flat-screen TV and couch on the other side of the room. The bed was smaller too, a queen size.

It didn't smell like him either.

Unfortunately.

You shook such thoughts out of your head, opening the wardrobe to find a few towels neatly stacked on top of each other. 

This guest room looked well-arranged, so did Sae own this villa? Or did someone else own it and leave the house ready for the two of you? But then again, Sae's clothes were in his wardrobe.

Taking your things, you went to the bathroom at the top of the stairs. A large one, at that, with a dark gray jacuzzi bathtub at the end of the room. A shower with glass walls at the left of the room opposed the multiple mirrors against the right wall, two sinks connected and side-by-side. With a marble, shiny floor the same as downstairs, the room had a grey interior and white accents of the inside of the bathtub, or the tops of the sinks.

You showered quickly, before heading back downstairs for dinnr.

A few hours passed after dinner and you were not entirely tired after sleeping all day. Sleep would probably catch back up to you again because of the flight. The house was quiet and Sae must have been in his room, or you hoped so, as you tiptoed out of yours and down the stairs.

The lights were turned off and curtains were half-closed. You quietly opened the backdoor, book in hand.

A large, rectangular pool was filled with bright aquamarine. It took up almost half of the back garden and yet, there was copious amounts of soft green grass on its own small field.

Two beach chairs were beside the pool and you sat down on one, glancing beyond the large field of the garden. The evening sky began to darken and the cold breeze began to pick up, a sweater over your shoulders. Trees guarded the back, but over the top of them, you could see skyscrapers and lights in the distance. 

You opened your book, getting to reading. The last time you read was the books you took out from the library, the day you met Aiku. You shortly returned them to the library before the due date, not getting the chance to have read them all. As Sae told you to, you chose a few from his library to bring with you here. 

You didn't know why you were surprised at the range of genres in his library; the entire room was books. The book you were reading had been opened before, it was clear from the barely-there crease of the spine or how the corners of the pages were not entirely pointy, but it was in almost perfect condition and looked to have been read once.

Twenty minutes passed as you read and you hadn't realised you read at least ten pages or so, until the sound of the door opening turned your attention away from the page.

Sae stepped onto the patio, leaving the backdoor ajar. His muscular legs were bare, still wearing his button-up shirt from earlier.

"Good evening, sir," you spoke quietly, awkward to even be in his vicinity.

He gave a subtle nod, that anyone else probably wouldn’t have picked up on, leaning in to place a folded white towel on the chair next to yours.

Then, your throat dried.

He unbuttoned his shirt, just like that.

You immediately averted your gaze, now understanding he was in swimming shorts.

You heard the slight sloshing of water, signalling he stepped into the pool, and you didn't dare glance up.

You'd seen him shirtless once before, when he opened his bedroom door to you after you knocked. But that time, grey sweatpants hung from his waist. This time, almost everything was on show.

He was ripped, as expeced from an athlete. His abs were countless, but weren't defined to the point of losing the big frame of his body. A small waist separated his torso from his muscular, sturdy thighs. You had seen the muscle of his legs in action at the match, but even the quick glance you got of him standing still in front of the pool highlighted them. 

You attempted to return back to your book, your heart thumping in your ears. It was a struggle to immerse yourself in the Victorian era again, with Sae swimming around in front of you. Not necessarily just because he was almost naked, but his sheer presence.

You kept rereading the same few paragraphs over and over, trying to process and imagine it in your mind, but you could not even focus. Every character’s name was replaced with Sae.

You stole a quick glance, when you saw him swimming away from you in your peripheral.

Muscles shaped Sae's broad back, as he ducked his head under the water, gliding through the pool effortlessly. 

How was he good at everything?

There was a pool at Sae's estate, but the weather was frigid in Japan, that you hadn't even begun to start taking care of the gardens properly in the winter season. In Madrid, it was fairly cold.

But wasn’t the water extremely cold?

Perhaps the ice baths prepared him.

He was about to turn to swim the length back towards you and your head quickly turned back down to the book you held in your hands. Until the sound of water thrashing slowed.

"Jane Eyre," his voice spoke, in slight mild surprise.

Your eyes glanced up from the page, shocked at his deep voice speaking to you in the first place, that it took you a moment to process his actual words. 

His hand held the edge of the pool, peering up at you with something in his eyes, almost like curiosity. Dark crimson hair turned into a blood red colour, strands dripping with water, as well as the necklace with the emerald pedant still around his neck, making his eyes pop and glow in the evening sky.

"Oh…" You glanced down at the cover and back at him. "Yes."

The cover was simple and white, with a soft faded circle of a couple, a man and a woman stood together, with the title above them.

"Have you read it before?" he asked. So, he did read this one?

You shook your head. "No, sir."

His eyebrows slightly twitched, but you didn't know if the water was just getting into his eyes. "You do not need to call me sir."

Your head tilted slightly, as if to ask him What?

"I never asked you to."

His words sunk in. 

It was true. You had only ever called him Itoshi-san once, on your first meeting, until sir became the default for you, without asking or hearing him wish to be called it. Sir was formal and distant, whereas Itoshi-san felt as though you had known him for longer. You were used to formalities from all the jobs you had worked before and it made sense to respect someone above you, even if you were similar in age.

Unless, he wanted you to call him Itoshi-san instead? Or something else?

"What…may I call you?" you asked, finding it difficult to not end the sentence with sir. It was a filler word at this point.

"Sae will do."

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it wasn't surprising. you practically flew into his life full of loss, risks, curses and carved out the word ‘love' with your quite, careful, gentle fingers. his subtle change in demeanor day by day was more than recognizable.

the packed lunch boxes he used to bring in everyday with little hearts of sauce, or fruits on top seemed to lift him up more than any of their encouraging words could.

the tiny, crushed pieces of paper that always found their way into his pockets with sweet notes lit his beautiful, tired blue eyes up each time they went up and down, re-reading the paper, carving it into his memory forever.

the phone calls once in a while, when a voice as sweet as honey coated with genuine concern and worry made their way into his ears made him smile. not the pathetic excuse for one that he flashed to everyone to lighten the mood, the one that reached the corners of his eyes making them crease.

the way even small, tiny cuts that littered his skin which he could heal in a second came covered with cute, colourful bandages each morning he made his way into the building.

it was more than he could ever ask for.

even if it was getting a scolding every day for not being more careful, and findling with life so easily when it came from you. he would do all of it over and over again if it really resulted in a tired peck after losing the argument to his ‘baby eyes’ as you worded them.

a/n: pls this is so cheesy

[4pp135]

You tried to supress the gnawing pit in your stomach, he was your best friend. Why wouldn't you wingman for him? That's what every best friend is unofficially tasked to do.

He always cut the crust off your bread, even when you didn't ask him to.

He always showed up at your door with the syrup you didn't like when you were sick. Never the capsules though, he knew, moreover, he remembered you had a hard time swallowing them.

He always shoved you to the safer side, the foot walk, when you both were walking through busy streets or roads. You appreciated the gesture, but how would you ever say thank you without making it weird? It was like an unsaid tradition.

He always just happened to be one call away when you were having trouble with your studies. He would bring all of his material, slam them onto your desk and would refuse to move until you completed the question he specifically made for you.

He would always be there after your bad dates, family meet-ups gone wrong or just any minor inconvenience. Patting your shoulder slightly as you whined onto his side, telling you how it was okay, and that you both should be doing something better instead, like watching the movie you had been procrastinating for months.

He would always message you privately when there was any fight in the group chat expressing how stupid the fight was and how he would have better comebacks, not that he was active in it anyway.

So, ofcourse, it's normal for you to be edging him onto confessing who his crush was to you. “Look at that girl over there, isn't she cute?” you pointed at random people in the classroom as he gently shoved your finger down.

“It's rude to point”

“that's besides the point. You seriously don't expect me to belive you don't have anyone in mind, do you?” the words were coated with hope, which you tried to keep from over pouring.

“I have you, and that's more than enough.”

a/n: couldn't decide whether I would give it to megumi or rin so I made them share.

[4pp135]

Sae didn't pay much mind to it at first, but when he heard the same audio go off for the seventh time in the row he had no other choice but to enquire. He knew he shouldn't be snooping, you were free to watch whatever you wanted but where was the harm in just asking?

“What’re you watching?”

“Nothing” you pulled your phone close to your chest, like he was your mom catching you on Wattpad for the first time. You noticed his brows furrow, silently hoping he wouldn't take it seriously.

He went quite for a while and you let out a sigh. The blankets shifted from their place, thrown over his legs as Sae sat across from you on the couch. He climbed over to your side, you moved over for the both of you to fit.

“Show me” he lifted the blanket you were clutching to your chest. His head tilting slightly as he tried to figure out what was behind that super secret screen of yours.

“it's actually nothing, you wouldn't like those types of videos anyway” your finger hovering over the play button, should you expose him to such media or not?

“Fine.” his head turned away.

You sighed, you could never win against him in such cases. “Cm'ere” you titled your phone screen to him, showing him the edit.

“What the fuck?” he took your phone in his hands, his eyes widening before switching to their usual relaxed tone.

“It's well–”

“I don't think what I said on that interview was hot, can I take this down?”

“It's a nice on–”

“Why do you have an entire album of these things?”

“They're coo–”

“Why are they making edits of my little brother? Can I report them?”

“Don–”

“What the fuck is a ‘ryusae’ and why is it your most recommended?”

“Give me back my phone!”

[4pp135]

a-are you going to write part two for the candy fic? NO RUSH AT ALL, IM JUST CURIOUSS 🙏💗

To be completely honest, I haven't even started on it. Idk honestly procrastination has been getting me like nobody else does lately, Ive been procrastinating on completing FIRST FROST which should say alot. (Im on second episode) but not to worry, I shall complete it.. One day..