chiasaaa

[chiasaaa]

— karaoke sundays

husband! narumi gen x f! reader

summary: "god damn it, i married you!

in the defense force, sundays are still work days. kaijus don't rest for anything, and so the protectors of japan don't have time to slack off either. not for narumi and you, though. no, while sundays are indeed work days, you both make way to make your mornings still enjoyable. call it a commander's perk, but narumi gets to go to work a little later than usual on sundays. vice commander shinomiya kikoru, ever the workaholic, could not do anything about it as she too enjoys being in command for a couple hours before narumi arrives. 

how do you enjoy their sunday mornings, one may ask? 

well....

"how can you say that you love someone you can't tell is dyin'?" you sang with such fervor, as if the lyrics were made just to describe your entire love life. narumi absolutely hates it when taylor swift is playing, and not for the reason that she's a bad artist. "i sent you signals and bit my nails down to the quick~" 

it's because you sing like it's your relationship falling apart at every breakup song she makes. it would have his mind going on a frenzy, wondering if he's ever done anything wrong recently as he drived you both to the grocery store. did he not give you enough attention? has he been too immersed in his games and work lately?

shit, did he clean the over like you asked him to yesterday?

what signals were you talking about? his slanted eyes glide your way for a brief second, finding his ever-dramatic wife with your arms outstretched like you're performing at a concert all about your failed marriage with japan's strongest anti-kaiju combatant. his brows furrowed, studying the tone of your voice, the way you deliver every word in those damn lyrics. 

"stop, you're losin' me~" he would have laughed with the way you quite literally held your hand up to a stop if it hadn't got him thinking. instead, his breath hitched instead. he's losing you? "i can't find a pulse, my hear won't stop anymore!" 

normally, he wouldn't really have such taylor swift songs get to his head, but this one? it has something to do with the way it's written that it struck a nerve in his system.

he fakes a cough as he took a turn, lips pursing in indecision. should he confront you about this, or is this simply another one of your passionate moments of singing where you're driven by the music and not because you're living through it? "you sure are putting a lot of emotion there, buffy." 

you ignore him. 

"fighting in only your army! frontlines, don't you ignore me! i'm the best thing at this party~" 

you're losing me~ 

narumi's grip on the wheel tightened as he listened to every word. he's not having fun right now, not as fun as you singing your heart out to a breakup song like it's been ripped a million pieces and stomped over. 

"and i wouldn't marry me either! a pathological people pleaser!" he didn't know it was possible, but damn did you know how to put on a show with voice crack effects as if you're actually pleading for him to hear you out. "who only wanted you to see her, and i'm fading thinkin'—"

you inhaled, bracing yourself with the next few lines that will continue piercing through narumi's heart like thorns of a dying rose. he sighs, shaking his head. he's about to go feral with all these lyrics. why did taylor even write these? 

damn it, if he knew the song's this bad, he wouldn't even suggest playing the new single in the car today. 

"do something, babe, say something!" 

say something 

"lose something, babe, risk something!" 

you're losing me 

"choose something, babe, i got nothing!" 

i got nothing

"to believe, unless you're choosin' me~" 

"i chose you!" narumi finally snapped, just in time as he parked the car in the only space left in the grocery store's lot. he swiftly puts the car to park, then turned his entire body to face you. with his hands grabbing your shoulders, he quite literally forced his eyes to lock with yours. "god damn it, i married you! why are you singing like all that is happening to us?" 

you were baffled, blinking several times to properly process his sudden outburst. you didn't know what to do, nor did you know how to respond. though it seems you didn't have to yet as narumi went on and on about a million little things he did, sacrificed, and chose just for your marriage to be as perfect as you wanted it to be. 

"are we not having enough date nights recently? that's okay, i'll lessen my game time to spend more time with you. we can even play that second version of overcooked if you enjoyed it that much. i would love to!" he raises a finger when he sees you opening your mouth to say something. "okay, i get that you're bummed out about me selling your favorite bee in grow a garden to get extra pet slots, fine. i'll spend as much as i have to in robux to get you ten of them!" 

"naru—" 

"and another thing! i don't care that you're a pathological people pleaser! that's why i am the one who says no so that you don't have to feel bad about it. i will keep protecting you from being mistreated and taken advantage of." he points to himself aggressively, then he finally takes your hands in his. his hold was sweet, inviting, and a mix of desperation. narumi was officially losing it. "i married all of you, and they won't be the reasons why i won't love you and treat you with respect for the rest of our lives. i'll do anything, so if you have a problem with our marriage, can you please just talk to me about it?" 

it was silent, an indication that he's done with his messy, but definitely heartfelt speech. had you known that your singing so passionately would have him acting up like this, you would have turned it down a notch. a few seconds passed before you finally bursted into fits of laughter, your hands coming up to cup his face as you finally processed his words. 

"y-you think i was serious?" 

god, he's a dork.

"...are you not?"

"no, silly!" you continued to laugh, but you offered a gentle kiss on his forehead that put him at ease almost instantly. "god, narumi. if i had known you'd be this worked up over a breakup song, i wouldn't have given it my best with that performance." 

he lagged a little, then when it finally registered in his mind that you're completely fine—that your marriage is afloat, he lets out a sigh of relief.

and then, "ARE YOU SERIOUS? YOU HAD ME WORKED UP FOR NOTHING!" 

"oh, but it's so sweet!" you continue to laugh as he now scolded you for hurting his feelings and for making him overthink the entire drive to the grocery store on a sunday morning. "god, i love you." 

now that does it. 

his brain went to overheat, and all he could do was stare at your precious face laughing as crocodile tears streamed down your cheeks. he really married this idiot, and he's spending the rest of his life like this. with your antics, your weird song choices and the fervor that comes along your voice in karaoke sundays. 

but damn, narumi wouldn't prefer it any other way. 

married life has always been fun, even after five years, because you brought so much kindness and excitement into it. 

imagining being married to someone else isn't even possible. you're all he ever wants to be with until the day he dies. 

"say it again." 

"huh?" you finally calms down your all-time high, wiping the tear stains left on the corner of your eyes. "i love you...?" 

"you idiot," he cups your cheek and brought you close to his face until his breath fanned over your lips. he goes to shut you up with a kiss, but not without saying, "i love you." 

[chiasaaa]

— his weakness

husband! narumi gen x f! reader

summary: “the strongest’s weakness isn’t weak at all!”

warning: are bad words a warning?

— see, carrying the burden of being the strongest soldier of the JAKDF is tough. yet, everyone who’s ever had the chance to interact with said strongest hasn’t seen a speck of hardship whatsoever. may it be his extremely careless nature or his sick obsession with gaming even in the midst of battle, narumi gen’s lack of urgency and fear somehow comforts the rest of the first division. there is not one thing that can rattle him—making him bend on his knees for mercy.

until today, his platoon leaders thought.

there is one person that can make narumi’s overly lax personality waver, and that is none other than their lead tech designer and developer. you, who had been putting up with narumi’s ass ever since he joined the JAKDF as a troop member. when director general isao had the chance to introduce him to you, you wasted no time giving that little shithead a piece of your mind.

over the years, he grew fond of you until the day he mustered the courage to finally ask you out. the gods must have loved him dearly after he found out that you have been harboring the same feelings for him since you’ve met. it was then that your relationship together grew stronger, and you were able to influence the way narumi talks, the way he perceives, and the way he takes action.

when he makes decisions, he relies heavily on you. your data, your perception, your ideas, and your tactfulness. behind the strongest soldier was another who empowers him in the battlefield like no other. he calls you his buff, a gaming lingo you first did not understand when he decided to randomly call you out with said nickname.

now, he’s informed by platoon leader tachibana that you have been abducted. it feels like the world came to a pause, and it wasn’t the good kind. no, narumi feels like his mind is heavy. like the weight of the world came crashing down his shoulders, it might as well crush him.

“what do you mean abducted?”

“she took a day off today, and—“

“i know she took the day off, dimwit. i’m her husband!”

“s-sir, she was last spotted driving away from izumo tech industries. it was reported that honjus flocked the area and disappeared.” tachibana musters the courage to speak, despite seeing the darkening figure of their captain. “she disappeared along with them, sir.”

he didn’t need to hear another word before he rushed down the halls to suit up, ready to pulverize whoever had the guts to actually lay a hand on you. narumi didn’t care if it was a plot to lure him out of the base in an attempt to kill him alone. he didn’t care if it was all part of kaiju no.9’s plan to make the JAKDF crumble from the inside.

narumi’s going to subjugate every fucking kaiju in his way, and he will make it hurt.

“narumi—“

“rally the platoon leaders and have them take position around izumo tech industries.” he remembers your agenda. you told him this morning before you left the base, after all. “not one yoju gets near the building.”

“got it.” hasegawa nods, relieved to hear that he remains rational despite his lover falling into danger. “what about you?”

“i’m gonna beat the hell out of everyone involved of taking her. even if it’s 9.”

oh, how all preparations would simply go to waste. you, who had indeed been abducted, stood before the lair of kaiju no.9 with a rather unfazed expression. if you were scared, you certainly didn’t show it.

“do you ever clean here?” you ask, spotting the cobwebs forming above the cave ceiling. you visibly grimaced at the sight.

“i see you in his memories.”

“who? isao?”

“yes.”

“oh, good! nice to know he remembers me. that dude always acts like he doesn’t care about people.” you sigh, shrugging your shoulders like you’re just talking to some random person. it confused no.9, how you don’t cower in fear at his presence. yet, he’s seen soldiers within the JAKDF piss their pants the moment they spot his shadow.

you were odd, exactly like how isao pictured you in his head.

“anyway, my husband’s pretty overprotective so i really need to go. don’t have much time for chitchat, you know?”

“you think we’re gonna let you go?”

you stare at it. “duh…?”

.

.

.

"you're serious." 9 registered, she wasn't joking at all.

"i mean, you see isao's memories. i'm pretty sure you can gauge me from there."

"but..." 9 trailed off, then he feels it. his connection with the rest of the honjus that he assigned to abduct you have disappeared. their core can't be located, and their presence vanished into thin air. he then looks back down the measly little human being that is supposedly his biggest threat in the JAKDF.

isao had you in his memories for great reason, and it definitely proved it to him today.

"you know now, don't you?"

you sigh, taking out the pen from your lab coat's chest pocket. "see, i was having a great day off until you arrived."

then, it transforms into a humongous scythe, its blade curved around your figure as if to protect you from anything that dare come your way. "but you definitely ruined it."

the moment narumi tracked her down, he sees you emerging from the shadows of the cave. completely unscathed, but a few specks of dust tainting your clothes. he catches how your scythe swiftly switched back to her signature fountain pen, clipping it back on your chest pocket like nothing happened.

"hey, sweetheart. what'cha doing here?"

he sighs, letting his guard down as you finally stood toe-to-toe with him. without warning, he flicks your forehead with his finger and snared. "where the hell were you?!"

"jeez, i just got away from that sucker and you're here attacking me too." you rubbed your reddening forehead with a gentle hand, pouting at the sting he left on your skin. "we should get the hell away from here before it regenerates. i don't have a combat suit to support my weapon, you know?"

narumi sighs, "you better make up for this. i nearly tore the entire base the moment i found out you're missing."

"oh, don't worry." you stand on your tiptoes, leaning forward for your breath to fan over his ear. "i know just how i'll make it up to you."

[chiasaaa]

— he just comes running over to me

itoshi sae x f! reader

summary: in which, you watched sae play the champions league by the patron for the very first time.

warnings: english is not my first language. apologies for any grammatical or spelling errors.

— for the longest time, sae had always seated you in the vip section to rid you the ever-annoying public eye. he knows how overwhelmed you can be in big crowds, especially when you become the center of attention, and so he prioritized your comfortability above all else whenever you watch his games. however, he has to admit that whenever he scores the winning goal or his team crushes their opponents, he finds himself lost in the celebration because his soul searches for you every single time.

you noticed how it affected him after several times of it happening, and it weighed heavily on you. you feel your heart pinch itself a little when you see sae looking around the field for you, then looking up to send you a smile rather than you tackling him in a congratulatory hug. he doesn’t say it, but you knew he envies seeing his teammates get hugged and kissed by their significant others after winning matches.

imagine the delight on his face when you specifically requested for him to seat you by the barrier, right where he can approach you anytime he wishes. it will, as always, be filled with the aggressive crowds that will certainly overstimulate you, but you didn’t care.

you wanted to do this for him—to make him feel what it’s like to win a match and finally have your arms be the first to greet him congratulations.

“are you sure you’ll be fine?” he asks again, helping you with your bag to put in the car. sae was delighted, sure, but he’s still concerned for you. it’s not like you to indulge the spotlight. heck, not even being a fashion designer makes you comfortable staying on it, yet there you were, doing it all for him.

as you settle in the driver’s seat, you turn to sae who climbed in the passenger and smiled reassuringly. “querido, i’m sure.” was all you said before planting a lingering peck on his lips.

he was excited, and the fact you’re there watching closely gave him all the energy he needed to play more than his best. everyone saw it. the crowd knew he was on a different level today with the way he calculated each and every play meticulously. the commentator saw it as they continuously commented on how he’s bringing the unexpected into the field by being the star of the show.

you saw it when he scored more than the two goals he usually allows himself to as a midfielder. itoshi sae was on a roll, and it was because of a simple change from your behavior. how he knew you did it for him and the way he didn’t want to let you down. he made sure your efforts were not for naught on this big day.

the champions league, his very first, and he played like he’s in competition against noel noa and julian loki combined.

“and itoshi sae takes the last ball home! madrid is this years champions league victors!”

the stadium erupted in vigorous and adrenaline-filled roars, cheering sae’s name for the entire world to know. yet, he didn’t care about all of it.

sae didn’t care about how his teammates began to run to his direction to celebrate their win. he didn’t care about his name being chanted by every person present. he didn’t care about the commentator reviewing his very last play.

no, all he cared about right now is that you were finally the first person his eyes found when he turned to the barrier—cheering for his success and enjoying the spectacular show he just put on for you.

the moment his feet touched the ground, itoshi sae ran past his teammates and opponents alike, rushing right towards you in a full sprint.

and before he knew it, he was caught between your sweet embrace, taking your lips in a passionate kiss that finally allowed him to feel like this win is worth celebrating.

[chiasaaa]

— right here

nagumo yoichi x f! reader

summary: nagumo couldn’t stand the thought of losing you.

warning: english is not my first language. apologies for any grammatical or spelling errors.

— nagumo knew the consequences of letting a fragile thing as love into his world. directing that love to someone within his world makes it even worse. as much as he loves to flaunt his carefree personality that made even his group of friends doubt the amount of care he puts into things, he knew to himself that he cares more than he lets on.

it’s one thing getting a scratch. it’s another to be admitted in the hospital in the name of a job.

he didn’t know how it came to it. you were the strongest in the order after sakamoto left, after all. but you had fallen injured badly, enough to send you off to a hospital bed. maybe it was that sheer strength and dependability you had that allowed people to forget that you are still first and foremost, a human being. maybe it was the relaxed smile you gave him that eased away his tense shoulders. he didn’t know, but he believed you’d come back the same way you departed.

unscathed and safe, the complete opposite of what you look like right now.

he sits by your hospital bed where you lay, silently observing how your chest rose and fell repeatedly. every time it does, a part of him feels a little relieved. it was a reminder that you were alive—that you haven't completely left him just yet.

then, the slightest twitch of your finger.

nagumo nearly fell off his seat rushing over to you, observing as your eyes slowly fluttered open. immediately, nagumo pressed the button by your bed and called for the nurse frantically.

"you're ok." he whispered, barely audible as the sight of his relieved face pooled your vision for the first time in a while. somehow, even in such a delicate state, you managed to crack a smile at him.

"hey, handsome." you grin.

"shh, save your breath." it was so unlike him, to be so serious. he didn't even respond to your light-hearted greeting like he normally would.

nagumo was, in short, different since then.

from the moment you woke up to the time you were discharged, nagumo never—not once—cracked a joke. everyone who had come to visit you were a witness to his change in demeanor. it was eerie, and it was beginning to get uncomfortable. the nagumo you knew isn't anything like that. he would have laughed at death right at the face—maybe add a poking finger or two at the cheek. that was the kind of man you knew him to be.

it gets weirder when he became a little more clingy since then. in your shared home, he would never be more than two meters away from you. when you go from one room to another, so does he.

need a drink? he does too. wanna cook lunch? he's already making your favorite. wanna take a walk to the park? oh, the sun's lovely for a picnic date! anything you do, nagumo does too.

you love that he spends more time with you, especially since your profession doesn't care much for cherished moments, but it's beginning to worry you more than relax you.

it was one day when he cuddled into you and the warmth of your bed that you decided to address the situation. you were simply reading a new book when nagumo declared himself the little spoon and laid his head on your chest to "read along". we all know he wasn't reading.

"nagumo, darling." you call softly, nestling your nose onto his mop of raven hair. then, you shut your book. "we need to talk."

"aww, we were getting to the good part!" he whined, referring to the book you just closed. with a pout, he raises his head up to lock eyes with your own. "you need anything? do your stitches hurt? shit, did it rip open?!"

"no, no." you sigh, easing him down with a brush of your hand through his hair. your fingers carded through gently, almost lulling him to sleep. "nagumo, while i do appreciate your increased concern, i fear it's getting a little out of hand."

"how could caring for you be out of hand?" he chuckled lightly. "if anything, i should have done this a long time ago!"

you look at him for awhile, pausing. it's hard to decipher what he thinks about at times, but the main factor as to why he knew you were the one was because you figure it out one way or another. "i'm right here." was all you could muster to say.

who knew that such simple words were enough to rip the sickening fake smile right off his face? before you knew it, his tattooed arms tightened around your figure, fearing that you might slip away if he hadn't held on tight enough. his face buried itself on your chest in shame, as if he knew he was caught in a heinously unforgivable act.

"you could have died." he mumbled through your skin.

"yet i'm here."

"you won't leave me, right?"

with a tender smile, you carefully raised his face from your chest. you didn't need to tell him. your eyes were filled with so much love, he couldn't be happier to see it manifest in real life. suddenly, the heat from your palm were a little warmer on his cheek that day. his fingers jolted with electricity at the touch of your skin. his eyes narrowed down to you, forgetting about everything else as only you remain in his vision. like a deer caught in a trance, too enamored by your presence.

"you can't get rid of me that easily, darling." you whisper against his lips, and oh he loved how it caressed on his skin. then, he indulged in your aphrodisiac, letting go of all the heavy weight he's been carrying around since your accident. the feel of your lips on his was real enough to convince him that you were there to stay—that if there is anyone in the world who wouldn't die on him, it would be you.

the one good thing he ever allowed himself to have in this world, and not once did you let him regret it.

[chiasaaa]

— jealousy, jealousy

itoshi sae x f! reader

summary: as cool-headed as he may seem, even itoshi sae isn't immune to jealousy.

warning: english is not my first language. apologies for any grammatical or spelling errors.

— itoshi sae is anything but a jealous man. how, you may ask? simply because he’s with a partner he feels secure with. your love has always proven that he will always be the only one for you. he knows that very well, and he doesn’t need any convincing.

normally, that’s the case.

but what if itoshi sae isn’t as invincible as he seems?

there’s not one person in the world who doesn’t have an insecurity they wish to bury deep within the darkness of their heart—the one thing they never want to be reminded of again. and much like every other human being that walks on earth, itoshi sae possesses one insecurity that will easily shatter the facade he created for himself. if it were up to him, he would rather encase it in a jar with a rock to sink it down the mariana trench. alas, he cannot sink what he cannot touch.

it was after a late night practice in the re al facility when it happened. you, his ever loving and supportive girlfriend, decided to pick him up after training. he would usually take the train home, or call up a taxi straight to you. however, one thing he noticed is that whenever you have the car with you, there is not one instance where he commutes home.

you always pick him up, no matter what.

he loves it—the feeling of reciprocity. sae loves that you freely do what you want to do for him the same way he does to you. but tonight, as he watches you from a distance engaging in a short conversation with leonardo luna, he wished you weren't as perfect as you already are. couldn't the traffic hold you up a bit longer just so he's already waiting out for you? maybe he shouldn't have taken his time in the shower to have you waiting outside instead. whatever it is that he could have done, sae surely regrets ever leaving time for you to bump into one of his teammates, even more so with leonardo.

"querido!" you spotted him as soon as he walked out the door, a twinkle in your eyes somehow relieving him from the thorns that wrapped around his heart. that's right. you were there for him, and you were happy to see him. not leonardo or anyone else for that matter.

"ahh, so you're sae's girlfriend." leonardo pieced two jigsaws together, snapping his fingers in realization. he then looked back at sae with those typical deceiving eyes of his. his smile was sickening, sae could hurl right then and there. there is no one else as despicable as leonardo luna himself.

it was because of him that he lost hope in becoming the world's number one striker in the world.

seeing him with his girlfriend, as if it were a reminder that he can easily take her away too, might as well be his last straw.

without a word, sae opens the door to the passenger seat and gently pushed you inside—much to your protest. he turns back to leonardo with a sigh. "we'll go ahead. see you tomorrow."

then he rounded the car to get to the driver's seat. as he was about to reach for the handle, leonardo calls out to him and had him pause. sae looks back up reluctantly, seemingly drained from the scenario at hand.

"you're really lucky, aren't you?" leonardo grinned. "fuck it up and just know i'm right around the corner."

it was clearly a threat, one that made his blood boil. grunting, he climbed in his seat and drove away before he loses control of himself. the car ride was quiet, with you still confused why he chose to drive tonight when he was clearly exhauted from practice, and him still trying to process how he's currently feeling.

it isn't like him to feel hostile towards other men who linger around you. if anything, he enjoys it more with the way you happily slap the fact that you're his right at their faces. yet, with leonardo, he doesn't even want you to bat an eyelash at his direction. there's this uneasy feeling that maybe at some point, you won't hit him with the usual 'i love my boyfriend and he's the absolute best' speeches.

that maybe, you'll realize then and there that itoshi sae is nothing compared to leonardo luna.

that you deserve someone better—someone you can proudly call yours as you cheer for him when he scores the heroic goal of the game. someone whom you can dedicate your designs to—a better model for your brand.

god, he wants to hurl so bad just thinking about such gruesome what ifs. he wants to stop thinking about it already, yet every time his mind comes to a pause, the depths of his mind has already cooked up a new scenario to overthink once again.

why did you have to bump into leonardo himself? it could have been any other of their forwards, like kaiser! you get along pretty well with that damn blue rose and he never felt a hint of malice towards him! god, you might as well be best friends with the guy and sae was completely fine with it.

why the fuck did it have to be leonardo?

"sae,"

the sound of his name slipping past your lips had finally pulled him out of the poisonous den named his thoughts. he shakes his head a little, snapping out of his daze as his eyes cleared back on the road. then, the rest of his senses came back to life. the first thing he noticed?

your hand atop his as he guides the steering wheel.

for a moment, sae glanced at your direction and found your concerned expression directed his way. his heart churns at the sight, for him. why are you looking at him like that?

why do you have to be so loving?

he doesn't deserve you.

"pull over, querido." it wasn't a request, and he wasn't about to disobey you. the moment he saw the nearest gas station, he parked by the convenience store and let out a breath he had unknowingly been holding in.

you shifted, taking your seat belt off. without a word, you opened the door and got out.

god, did you finally realize it? you're about to leave and dump his ass right now. he doesn't even want to follow you out—fearing for the news that might hit him hard on the face if he does. he'd rather stay in the car and bask in the scent of your perfume a little longer. he will sure miss—

"come on," you opened his door, reaching a hand out with a gentle smile. "i'm hungry."

that's how you both ended up at the second floor of said convenience store, with you serving two cups of ramen and microwaved skewers. he watches you stiffly as you stuffed your mouth full with msg bomb, a little conflicted on how he should feel about the situation right about now. had he been reading too much into things?

when you noticed that he wasn't eating, you snap his chopsticks in half for him and mixed his ramen. it was easier to reach him given that you're seated beside each other, thus he had no excuse not to eat the portion you just fished out.

he had no choice.

"i'm not hungry." he mutters.

"aha!" you pointed at him with an accusing finger, as if you finally caught him for something even he didn't know he was doing. "about time you start talking."

"what?"

"you think i didn't notice?"

"..." he looks at you, eyes pleading for you to stop whatever it is you're about to tell him. "please, amor. i know i—"

"i love you."

and so, he paused, stunned by your surprise attack. you took it as a chance to finally cup his cheeks with both hands, giving him not a bit of a chance to cower away from your declaration.

"and i have every intention of marrying you, so don't go around thinking that i'll leave you for someone else." you said it so confidently, as if you were a hundred percent sure that he was already doubting and overthinking in the midst of things. how you knew? he had no idea, but hearing your assurance had him melting right into your arms.

sae rested his chin on your shoulder, pulling you close as his arms wrapped around you in a loose embrace. then, he was able to release the biggest sigh of relief—washing out the little bit of insecurity left in his system. you had him scared for a moment, but damn was he a fool to think you'd ever leave him.

it was you for god's sake.

you would scourge through both heaven and hell if it meant being with him again. you'd gladly die a soldier of war if he were the one holding the sword. by the gods, you would drop even your biggest fashion show if he called for you at any given time. you, whose love is so big that it swallows him whole, and itoshi sae basks in the warmth you bring into his life.

"i'm yours." he whispered. "and i'll always be, right?"

you chuckle, leaning back a little to capture his lips with your own. "you have no choice, querido." he could feel your breath gently fan against his lips. "you're stuck with me whether you like it or not."

god knows how lucky he is to have you, and itoshi sae will spend more than one lifetime to prove that you were never wrong to choose him time and time again.

[chiasaaa]

— the night is yours

itoshi sae x f! reader

summary: your niece from belgium visits you in madrid to interview your boyfriend for her academic paper.

warning: english is not my first language. apologies for any grammatical or spelling errors.

— when you told sae to vacate his saturday for you, he expected something planned for both of you is up in play. true enough, there is a plan. it’s just far from what he expected it to be.

he sits on the single recliner in your shared living room, distant eyes staring right through the soul of your poor cowering niece. sae always despised interviews—always viewed it as people trying to dissect the information they want to manipulate for themselves right out of his system. it’s uncanny.

sae already bears with the fame by giving short single responses whenever a match ends and he’s declared the most valuable player of his time (which happens all the time), and he absolutely despises every second of it. it’s every second wasted when he could be celebrating his win with you instead. he had no idea how you managed to convince him to participate in your niece’s little project, yet there he was.

maybe the tea you coaxed him with proved effective, after all. that, and a little something you promised him for when the interview’s finished and you have your home alone for yourselves.

he must love you very much, is what goes on in his mind as he watched your niece scramble through the sheets of paper she had prepared for this day.

“hey,” he called out to her softly, causing her to pause from her anxious squirming. “it’s alright. take your time.”

though it was nothing special, he saw how his assurance helped her relax. she nods by a tad bit, then stacked her papers together neatly. unbeknownst to the two, you’ve been watching through the corner of your eyes as you face them sideways on the counter stool, pretending to work on the designs your team had previously come up with for approval.

your niece isn’t that far from your age, currently 15 years old. a gap of three years has always been quite weird as it stands between ‘we’re old enough to view life differently’ and ‘but we’re young enough to get along well’. for someone like sae, however, it’s a completely different story. he’s like an old man stuck in a young player’s body. people normally find it hard to get along with him. and you know that he gives zero fucks about anyone.

however, one thing you love about him is that he tries. he will always try if it means being closer to your family. quite the awkward fellow he can be, but it becomes a part of his charm at some point. even your father, who had long been against you dating, grew fond of him. now that you see him trying his best to make your niece comfortable with him, you could only quietly fawn over the sight.

he always gives you reasons to fall in love everyday—not like he still has to.

you have already loved him for him.

you have never been so lucky.

“as an athlete, of course it’s important for us to maintain a healthy balanced diet because—“ you snapped out of your own world when sae’s voice penetrated through your ears in a gentle tone. your eyes glided back to his direction, finding him talking through a clipped mic on his shirt. they finally proceeded with the interview proper after fifteen minutes of preparing, and he’s as collected as ever.

though, this is the first time you’ve ever heard him respond to an interview so coherently. as if he made an effort to put his answers together well enough for your niece to extract useful information. and as he was going through with the interview, he caught a glance of you watching.

you smiled, so sweetly and gratefully that it had him pause for a moment as well. sae knew what you were telling him through your honey-dipped eyes. he didn’t need you to tell him, just as much as you didn’t need him to tell you when he sent the faintest smile back.

when the interview was over, you and sae walked your niece out the porch.

“thank you for today, auntie!” she hugged you tight, grateful for making the interview possible in the first place. she was only ever able to pursue the topic she wanted because of you connections, after all.

“no worries, hija. tell your mom to drop you off again same time tomorrow, yeah? sae and i plan to take you around the city before you fly back home.”

“really? thank you!” she then turns to sae. “thank you too, uncle sae! i’ll see you guys tomorrow!”

and so she runs off to the taxi cab where her mother waits, taking them home as soon as she enters. you and sae stay by the porch until they’re out of sight, with sae still stunned that your niece finally called him uncle for the first time in the three years you’ve acquainted them.

“looks like you’re promoted, uncle sae.” you tease, smirking as he closed the door after you entered. “does this call for a congratulations?”

he rolls his eyes. of course, the ever so teasing you will make a big deal out of it. though, he can’t blame you. he has to admit that it had him a little excited to feel part of your family.

“maybe it does,” he comes forward and gently tugged you close by the waist, “don’t act like i forgot about your promise to me, hermosa.”

chuckling, you wrapped your arms loosely around his neck and teased him with a peck on his lips. “oh, i didn’t.” you leaned closer until your lips hovered by his ear. “and you have permission to do what you want with me for the rest of the night, mi guapo.”

that was all he needed to hear, and you’re in for yet another sleepless night filled with blissful memories.

[chiasaaa]

– mean it || part iii

itoshi sae x f! reader

summary: loving someone as cruel as itoshi sae has to be the worst thing that ever happened to a hopeless romantic like you. years of pining over your childhood crush finally comes to an end, or does it?

warning: english is not my first language. apologies for any grammatical or spelling errors.

– you couldn't deny that there was a part of you that knew it will have to turn out like this. maybe you were ahead of your time then; a little naive to follow through it, but it had to be done. there's no other way for you to be happy if you don't move on.

gone are the days where you have dinner with sae. naturally, that came with the strolls, the sleepovers, the kisses, and all that falls on your little play pretend. funny how one conversation can easily penetrate through the bubble you carefully created with him, leading it to pop and leave nothing but a string of regrets.

however, you're not one to dwell on such. you wouldn't be where you are now if you were. becoming the bast always required sacrifices and regrets, and you believed the same thing can be said in your philosophy of life. you need to lose something to gain something, is what you have always believed in.

weeks have passed since the silent breakup (if you can even call it a breakup), and you were back on track to prepare for the champions league. the youth team has you, as expected, to be their starting striker and you're not about to miss an opportunity of a lifetime for a silly boy. you came to spain to conquer the world of football, not to hook yourself on a date.

you grit and determination must have been too obvious because your team certainly noticed the sudden change in your demeanor. from your bad habits down to the littlest bit in your training regimen–nothing was left uncorrected by you. your coach was certainly happy that you're willingly looking for your own flaws to change them in earnest, but even he began to worry for your sake.

your team captain had just finished freshening up when she spotted you still working on your shots at the field, heaving through your exhaustion like an overworked robot about to bust itself to pieces. this is getting a little out of hand, and she had a funny feeling it had something to do with their auburn-haired midfielder from the male's youth team. she grunts, muttering how she knew that boy's only bad news for you. after hearing the whole shenanigan about how he was a childhood friend of yours and you've only reunited now after eight years, she knew that itoshi sae was not just a friend to you. certainly, you were not just a friend to him either.

from the year she's been your captain, she came to know how you operate. for the most part, you keep the logical side of you in control of your body and mind. she rarely sees you slipping from your cool and calm exterior. after all, she always found your composure admirable as it works extremely well under pressure. she has you to thank for the times she's about to mentally crumble during a tight game.

it's about time she does you a favor too, and so she invited you out for dinner to pull you out of extended training. she watched you gobble up the food she ordered for both of you, insisting that you will need all the energy you can get for tomorrow's training. of course, it wasn't mere concern that had her going through such lengths. she needed to talk to you about your behavior.

"did itoshi do anything to you?" was her idea of a conversation starter, and with the way you reacted, it seemed like she was right on the money. you stilled from forking down a piece of dumpling, gulping subtly as you tried to navigate through the topic.

"what made you say that?"

"don't pretend like you haven't been sneaking around with him, superstar." she snickered, finding it quite amusing that your best solution to the situation is to feign ignorance. "you like him, don't you?"

and that is how she opened the pandora's box. that night, she found out about your history with said midfielder, how you reunited, and how you turned out the way you are now. to you, your captain had always felt like a big sister who keeps you in check in the most caring way possible. she wasn't there with you that night to simply know the gossip or to have you spill the beans. no, it was more than that. she wanted to help you and see how you're going. she wanted to know how she could help, and fortunately for her, all you needed was a listening ear.

you certainly felt a little better after that dinner, and your captain became more attentive with you since then. she kept you from extending your daily training. if she couldn't stop you, she'll join you until your legs give up. in morning workouts, she never leaves your side and wake up earlier than she usually does to keep your mind from straying too far. the rest of the girls also picked up on your behavior, and so they collectively decided to not have team lunches with the male's division. truth be told, most of them find the boys a little too conniving and condescending. it was great for the team to have their own bonding over lunch. it certainly allowed you to keep your mind off of things and get to know your team a little better since you moved to spain.

that said, walks home are included in the changes that happened over the past weeks. three of the girls you've grown closer to would accompany you on your walk home, inviting you around places to try from time to time when none of you are too exhausted.

with all these things happening, you couldn't help but feel a little happy that the confrontation with sae happened. it wouldn't have granted you the opportunity to have a healthier social life if it didn't.

it also brought new friendships. not everyone in the male's team are as bad as they all thought. though, you seem to have a pretty eccentric type in friends when you chose this one.

obnoxious, narcissistic, and egotistical as hell. those three words perfectly encapsulate the being that is michael kaiser. never did you ever think you'd be friends with him after he joined re al as a centre forward. he's the complete opposite of a friend you're looking for, yet you paired off so well upon the first time you meet.

majority of it is because you're the only one who knows how to speak german in both teams, and that brought you drastically closer as you assisted kaiser when he was new around the facility. now, however, you would say that your friendship was built on stone. he would sometimes join the women's team for lunch simply because he too loves talking drama. he loves being the centre of attention most of the time, but hearing about other people and their own desperate attempts through life entertain him plenty.

of course, it was only a matter of time until he figured out the deal between you and his midfielder. ever since you've grown close, kaiser noticed how sae was a thousand times more stingy to him–how he would make extremely difficult passes in an attempt to frustrate kaiser. though it does work, kaiser finds it more as an opportunity than a negative thing.

he was complaining to you during lunch when it began to happen frequently, and everyone at the table immediately went silent upon the rise of the topic. it has been awhile since itoshi sae was brought up, and none of them were sure how you'd take it.

"he's always brooding, anyway. you must have done something to tick him off." was your only response, shrugging as if it was the simplest thing to understand in the world.

kaiser knew there was gold to dig, and he successfully did it directly from you when you were out with a couple of your friends shopping. you told him the same thing you told your captain, though the details were more vague this time. it made you realize that though the memory began fading through the creases, the heartache you felt back then remains the same.

worse, it hurts more now than ever.

do you still like him even after what he did?

there's no way, right?

"hmm," kaiser hummed, amused, "well, leave it to me. since you have been such a dear to your great emperor, i shall return a small favor."

you snorted. "dude, what the hell are you even talking about?"

you didn't think much of it. it was kaiser, after all. though he is a good friend, he can be quite the crazy person when he wants to be. you're just preparing yourself for anything embarrassing he might do to you through the week (though you pray he at least has a heart not to).

but no, it wasn't humiliation kaiser was going for. rather, he's about to fix whatever it is that needed fixing. during training, once again with the midfielder, he began asking about you.

"the recordings don't give justice to her plays, don't you think?" was his starter to pique sae's interest. "ever played as her midfield?"

"focus," was sae's response, sending another sick pass to the blonde.

"gotta admit, though. i wanted to get into re al 'cuz of her." kaiser snickered, executing a perfect bicycle kick to score. "i'm thinking of asking her out sometime soon. what do you think?"

sae stared at him for awhile from a set distance, attempting to understand what kaiser's scheme is. he then walked to the goalpost, brushing past the german's shoulder as he did. "do what you want."

of course, he didn't actually mean it. sae would rather die than let anyone else be yours. it was his place. he's meant to be yours. he is meant to shower you with all the good things in the world. certainly not kaiser. he doesn't even know the most basic thing to do when caring for someone else.

even if he did ask you out, you surely won't accept it, right?

and alas, he was slapped hard on the face when he saw an instagram update from your profile. it was a picture of you and kaiser holding your shopping bags after spending the entire night walking around the mall to spoil yourself. if the photo wasn't enough, the caption surely takes the cake.

'thanks to my bodyguard/ shopping bag holder for life!'

for life? kaiser? of all people?

sae never bolted out of his apartment so fast that night, rushing over to your place to finally put a stop to this nonsense. he knew he fucked up when he left you hanging, and he had been too scared to approach you first. you never bothered talking to him again after that damn night, so he figured he wasn't in the place to command the situation. he had no right to argue against you–for you to even spare him a glance.

you used to even when you weren't talking, but with kaiser in the picture, he's lucky enough to even catch your silhouette in the facility's hallway.

and so, we're here.

you stood frozen right at your doorstep, eyes glued to a heaving itoshi sae. he looked like he just ran a marathon, and that says something for someone whose career involves running for an entire ninety minutes every match.

your mind goes blank and dizzy at the same time. there was no telling he'd even be here. you haven't spoken in months–haven't spared a glance at each other for so long, yet there he was.

"don't do it."

he had always been the worst at starting conversations, but you might as well hand him a trophy for this one.

"what the hell are you tal–"

"don't go out with kaiser."

now that's odd. you were silent for a short while, connecting the dots in your head. so this is what kaiser meant that day. you couldn't tell if you're glad or angry that this moment came. you have always dreamt of this, after all, finding him standing at your door with the courage you wished he had all along.

"you're in no place to make such demands."

sae was definitely caught off-guard. this isn’t like you. you have always been so forgiving—so understanding.

well, it’s about time he realizes he ran you dry.

but he can't back away anymore. not again, or he will really lose you this time. he slowly takes a step forward, then another, and another until his feet led him right in front of you. his height towered over yours so easily, yet you stood tall against him.

for once. he actually felt so small around you.

"kaiser," he inhaled, "kaiser doesn't know you like i do. he doesn't know how to take care of you."

"and you do?" you snort. oddly enough, sae likes this side of your. he didn't expect you to have a snarky side, and it was because of his stupidity that he came to discover it now.

"i do," he carefully takes your hand in his, finally professing his feelings. "you were right. what i did wasn't right. i do a lot of things that tick you off, and i know that i am the biggest headache in your life. there's no way you would ever choose me."

then, his forehead leans down on yours. as if he knew his words are not enough, he tried to compensate with his actions without overstepping boundaries drawn.

"but god knows how much i'll regret it if i didn't fight for you–fight for what could be us instead." itoshi sae had completely crumbled right before you, and his voice gave him away. it's not everyday you hear at least a tad bit of emotion from him. he had always been logical, cursing anything that involved having to open up his feelings and being completely seen by another. yet, he's doing it all right in front of you.

“you terrify me,” he whispered, like it was a secret that he’s meant to keep forever. “you have complete control over me and you don’t even have any idea.”

his voice broke down with a slight crack. it nearly made you crumble right then and there. if you were the same lovesick fool you once were, that is.

still, it wasn't enough for you to hold back from your sharp thoughts. "i think you just want me because another man does, itoshi."

it stings how you use his surname than his first. he deserved that, and he took it completely with not a hint of annoyance.

"no," he answers confidently. "i have always always wanted to be with you—to be by your side and watch you take on the world. i want to be the first person you run to when you win a match. i want to be the man you dedicate a goal for like how i dedicate all of mine to you. i want to be the first to see you in the morning and the last before you sleep."

his other hand trails down your free arm, taking hold of your fingers with his own. "i want to be the one to listen to your endless stories and the one to calm you down when you're overwhelmed. i want to be the one who'll know firsthand how much your hard work has paid off when you win the champions league."

by now, even the facade you had put up lost against his sincerity. you knew that this is itoshi sae speaking from his heart, voluntarily opening himself up to you. professing his love for you after eight long years of taking it for granted. you have long forgiven him, but you didn't want to interrupt him when he's already pouring his heart out for you to hear.

you can wait. you can listen to him until he's done venting it all out.

"god knows how i would let the world burn if it meant having a second chance with you." he muttered, warm and soft. “i love you.”

you freeze.

what are you supposed to do now?

you’re torn between believing in the man you used to know and the man who left you hanging a few weeks ago. thinking about it makes you dizzy.

what did he mean he loves you? after dismissing your feelings and stomping on your heart like it’s trash? how dare he love someone he deemed unworthy of his honesty

"...do you mean it?"

"i do,"

he answered so quickly, as if he was scared you’d leave if he even missed a second to reply to you. you can feel how his hold tightened in the slightest way, the unknowing urge to keep your from slipping away from his reach overpowering him subconsciously.

who were you kidding?

it’s sae right in front of you. he’s an asshole, you have long known about that already.

"you're such a jerk."

"i know,"

"but you're my jerk."

he was taken aback, yet he didn't stop himself from smiling and pulling you in an embrace long overdue. "i am," he whispered, "and i'm forever yours. i’m sorry, amor. i’ll love you freely this time.”

you nod, finally letting the happy tears soak themselves against his black shirt. the day had finally come, and you were glad you held on for so long.

you pined over him for twelve years, but really, sae had always been the loser of this game you're playing since the beginning.

[chiasaaa]

—i’ll be your model

itoshi sae x f! reader

summary: dating a fashion designer has its pros and cons the same way dating a famous football player has its own. however, sae realized that you haven’t used one particular pro yet in your three years of dating.

warning: english is not my first language. apologies for any grammatical or spelling errors.

— itoshi sae is the kind of man whom his lover could describe as selfless. contrary to popular opinion, getting to know sae proves that point pretty well. sae will always come to your beck and call. he will provide you things you both need and want without you having to ask. he will most definitely drop whatever it could be he’s doing if it meant tending to your requests.

it already nearly happened one time when you called thirty minutes before an important match, telling him that you need to go to your gynecologist for your yearly check-up. it wasn’t anything serious, but he meant every fibre of his being when he said he’s going to drive all the way back just to accompany you.

if it weren’t for you threatening to lock the doors of your home from him, he would have ditched the game altogether and leave billions of fans disappointed along with his team. it was a good thing he ended up with someone like you.

someday, the whole world will thank you for it.

call him a lovesick fool, but itoshi sae will always and forever be hopelessly in love with you. he doesn’t mind if you want to go to greece in three hours; he’d already booked the earliest flight there. it indeed happened when you both sat in your living room one valentine’s day and you joked about making spontaneous plans like flying out to greece just to have a moonlit dinner with the temple of artemis in view. sae hadn’t known you were joking because he fished his phone out quick to do whatever it is you kept blabbering on.

candlelit dinner? check.

romantic violin music? check.

private villa overlooking a beautiful view? check.

economy tickets? he booked first-class.

and of course, he had long prepared his gift and your five-flower bouquet. you weren’t one for big bouquets as you loved preserving them in frames, and so you requested that if he were to give you such, he will have to make do with only five main flowers.

doesn’t mean he can stop putting blind boxes in them, though. you’re quite the menace when it comes to it.

sae had continuously provided you all your wants and needs, yet the one thing he finally realized is that you never asked for any of it.

much like today, as you’re earnestly looking through portfolios of famous celebrities who proposed to be your brand’s model. you did think that it’s about time for you to expand your model pool (you’re in it for the money) and you searched high and low for the perfect person to adorn your new creations.

specifically, the men’s product line.

sae picks up one of the photos you have scattered on the countertop, realizing that it was none other than isagi yoichi.

“athletes are part of your options?” he asks, turning the page to you. you didn’t even bother looking up as you responded back.

“yep, i’m looking through other athletes i can reach out to as an endorser.”

weird. isn’t he an athlete?

why didn’t you ask him first?

sae sets his teacup down its designated saucer, breathing in and out shortly to prepare himself for yet another confrontation. he’s still in the process of being more honest with you, when it comes to how he feels about certain things happening within your relationship. sae always tries his very best for you, and that includes biting back his usually sharp tongue because he knows how sensitive you can get.

“i assume you have strict requirements in finding one?”

“not really. i just need to look for someone who i can say is the one for the job,” you finally look up, smiling tiredly, “the same way i saw it when i looked at you.”

he must be dying early because the way you said it might as well make him combust. his heart pounded against his rib violently, wondering what you meant behind such words.

you knew he had fallen in love with you since you kicked a ball straight to his head (accidentally), but when was this time you’ve known he’s the one with a simple gaze?

as heart-fluttering as it is to think about, it’s not the current matter at hand. he couldn’t help but frown a little at the realization that he wasn’t the first person you thought of when you wanted to have a celebrity model your work.

he’s pretty famous, isn’t he?

not only that, you have always been so vocal about how he’s so handsome that the model industry’s lucky he chose to play football as his career path. that has to account for something, right?

as a fashion designer, you have one of the most keen eyes when it comes to potential models.

you’ve seen it in him.

“what do you mean by that?”

“exactly as it means, querido.” you hum, already back to work. you take a pencil from the counter and used it to tie your hair effortlessly, a few strands falling to frame your beautiful face. if it wasn’t for the fact that this is a big deal to him, sae would have long been hypnotized by your beauty.

“why don’t you use me, then?” he said it in a way that showed how upset he actually is about the situation. you couldn’t have possible missed that, and you really didn’t. you look up from your work, hiking your specs right up your nose with the joint of your finger.

“what do you mean?”

“exactly as it means, hermosa.”

you snort. of course, sae used your own words against you. though, you couldn’t say that you didn’t expect that from him. sae is too selfless for his own good, and as his partner, you’re not about to let him sabotage himself with this ridiculous adventure of over-generosity. you didn’t even know it was a thing until you met him.

as much as you loved that he will sacrifice anything and everything for the people he cares for, you must admit that it bothers you a little. that is why you took control of what you can and avoided his involvement as much as possible.

“i can’t possibly do that to you.” was your response after a short while, propping an elbow on the granite to rest your chin upon the palm of your hand. you twist the stool you’re sitting on to face him, taking his hand with your free one. “i’m not about to use you for my own benefit, querido. i didn’t date you just to have your face on my brand and milk you.”

“but you’re not,” sae raises your locked hands, planting a gentle kiss on the back of your palm. “i want to do this for you. honestly, i’m a little upset that i wasn’t the first person you thought of.”

you chuckle. “didn’t you hear me earlier? i said i’m looking for someone who will make me think ‘he’s the one!’ the same way you made me think that.”

the confusion soon replaced by embarrassment in the form of tinted cheeks and reddening ear tips had you pause for a little.

“did you take that in the romantic context?” giggling, you lean closer to him and ruffled his hair. “you’re my blueprint right now as i searched through these files. i was looking for someone like you.”

then, as if there’s a sudden change in the wind, sae regained his confidence and fired back at you.

“there’s no one else like me.” he takes your chin between his fingers. “so use me, hermosa.”

and you gave in the same way you allowed him to kiss you long and deep, telling you in every way possible that he loves you even after the universe collapses.

itoshi sae is a selfless man, yet you didn’t know that he’s only ever like that when it comes to you.

it didn’t matter if it was spontaneous trips, ditching big games, or standing in front of the camera for you.

whatever it is, as long as it’s you, then he will do everything in his power to make it come true.

[chiasaaa]

– mean it || part ii

itoshi sae x f! reader

summary: loving someone as cruel as itoshi sae has to be the worst thing that ever happened to a hopeless romantic like you. years of pining over your childhood crush finally comes to an end, or does it?

warning: english is not my first language. apologies for any grammatical or spelling errors.

– the night with sae after nationals was all you could ever dream of. he had taken you out in an evening stroll, talking about everything and anything between the years you've been apart. you have come to know that sae did in fact return to japan when he was sixteen, but only to officially break his promise with his little brother. it confirmed your theory. when you were still in japan, rin had grown distant and closed himself off even to you, who he treated like his big sister. you went through heaven and hell trying to salvage what's left of your relationship, but he was fully convinced that you will leave him the same way sae left him at some point in your life when you grow tired of him.

you scolded sae for a solid ten minutes when he revealed it all to you, jokingly passing the blame to him for how your relationship with the younger itoshi turned out. unbeknownst to you, sae was a little glad you didn't grow closer to his little brother. it made him feel like somehow, he still knows you more than he does.

for the first time in the eighteen years you've known each other, he finally held your hand that night. he held your hand so gently that you swore he's indirectly confessing already, but you didn't let your emotions get ahead of you. you shouldn't believe anything until he finally says something.

you have been for more than a decade, and it will only take him one night for you to confirm it.

yet it never happened.

he held your hand, took your around the city, took you to the one japanese restaurant he knows in spain to remind you of home, then walked you back to your apartment. not a single word of confession of his interest towards you.

still, you couldn't have asked for more that night. it was enough that you had your chance to reunite with your childhood best friend; enough to know that he remembers you and treats you the same. as if you were never apart. it felt nice to be remembered. you didn't have to deal with him acting like he doesn't know you.

or so you thought.

when you happen to be early for your morning workout at the gym, you found sae leaving with a few of his teammates. you go to greet him with a cheery smile on your face, obviously showing that you're familiar with the latter. you didn't expect him to go full-on smiling and waving back at you. no, sae is nothing like that. instead, you expected him to give the usual nod or the slightest wave with his hand, yet what you received was none of the above.

he flat out ignored you.

it was alright, you thought. maybe he didn't see you. it's not that big of a deal. his strikers were talking to him, after all, and he needs to hear their ideas for new plays.

that was all there is to it, so you didn't bring it up anymore when he arrived at the foot of your door the day, inviting you out for dinner. this time, he took you to his favorite spanish restaurant, introducing you to a variety of dishes you're yet to try since you landed in spain. he knew that you love food. you love discovering new flavors and experimenting on them in your own kitchen when you have free time. he made sure to let you know that he knows.

"i'll be expecting the next time i visit that your apartment will smell like spices." he commented, causing the tips of your ears to redden. you have always focused on the littlest things, believing that a person truly is in love when they remember the slightest of things about their partner. sae doing so only left your heart fluttering.

it was a good thing the restaurant itself was hot that night, as you had a good reason to blame for your warm face. though, to sae, it was clear. he laughed it off and decided not to tease you any further since then.

for the night, that is.

sae walks with you, talks to you in earnest, laughs with you. sae spends time with you. it isn't anything like him, even in your eyes. back then, you have always been the one to invite him out for ice cream. he would reason that he'll only go because rin also wants ice cream, even when rin was out of earshot and had absolutely no idea they're getting ice cream after football practice.

sae laughs with you, a feat he almost never does with anyone. it's already hard enough to get a small smile out of him, even more so a full on chuckle. yet with you, it seemed to easy, as if you were the funniest person on earth. only you can entertain him the way he delights himself to.

it made you feel special in some way, having him laugh with you so sweetly. they were moments cherished behind closed curtains.

days turned to weeks, and dinners out with sae became a routine. you would go to the gym, train with your team, head home to freshen up, then wait by the living room expectant of sae's three knocks.

sae would still ignore you from time to time. whether it be the gym, or when both your teams have joint lunches, and even when you simply pass each other by the complex. you always excused it as him being busy and focused. after all, you both came here for football in the first place. you can't begin to ask him to pay more attention to you when you were never his priority in the first place.

still, you should be in the tier at the least, right?

no matter, there is no point thinking about it further. you spend time together at the end of the day, anyway. way too many times for the day when you've gone through all the restaurants nearby comes. and so, the day sae had been expecting finally came.

he knocks on your door after another day of training, and contrary to your usualy outdoor clothes, you're dressed in your most comfortable oversized sweater and a pair of shorts that was barely visible with how your top fell down your thighs.

"hey, come in." you invited. "i made dinner!"

he would hate to admit it, but it smelled too good to pass up. he entered without hesitation, taking his shoes off like the asian he is, and followed you to the dining area right by the kitchen. you made him sit on the table while you finish up, and he silently watched as you turned the stove off and transferred the food to a bowl. it was a good thing the table's near the kitchen counter, where you cook right on the other side of it. it allowed him the excuse to watch you without having to get caught and making a flimsy excuse like he's just watching the fly atop your head in amusement (there is no fly).

dinner that night felt different–felt more intimate. rather than the usual let's sit across each other, sae gently pulled you down the seat beside him before you could take the seat across his. he tells you that you're not strangers for both of you to sit across each other like an interview, another one of his stupid reasons to cover up this terrifyingly addictive feeling you give him. as if ever admitting it would kill him.

in his mind, maybe it really would, given that he's not used to such foreign feelings. he's had his share of small crushes here and there, but never were they as strong as how he feels about you.

your great food made it difficult for him, however, to hide such feelings. he couldn't help but praise you for your cooking, suggesting that you should try being a chef in your next life. you laughed at the idea, shaking your head as you continued to say, "nah, i don't think i could ever let go of football."

somehow, such confession only made him fall for you even more. it terrified him, finding this pit into love stretch deeper and deeper with every day he spends with you. maybe it was a moment of weakness he had that night, but he wasn't able to stop himself from reaching over and finally capturing your lips with his own.

that night.

he chose to ignore the ache behind his heart at the thought of falling in love and gave in—wanting to feel what it’s like to love.

it felt like a dream, much like the day you reunited. if not, even better than that. the way he held you and whispered sweet nothings into your ear as you lied on your bed together. the clothes stayed on, nothing more intimate than kissing and a little bit of hiking clothes up just by a tad bit happened.

sae is respectful in his own way, yet undeniably selfish at the same time. he would kiss you like you're the only girl in the world–hugs you like you're the only one he loves. he opens his heart to you like you're the only one who can take care of such a fragile thing. everything he did with you behind closed doors all pointed to the word love. he was respectful that way, assuring you that you're the only girl in his eyes.

since then, you both hurry home rather than going out with your friends. you both would rather preserve this little bubble of comfort you've created for only you two than anything else. you wouldn't have traded it for anything else.

yet, he's as selfish as he is respectful. you never knew both words could ever get along in one sentence, yet you began to notice it when your mind cleared up randomly. call it comfortability—the one thing that allowed you to calm down and think things through once again.

and so, you noticed it all. how he is indeed purposely ignoring you in public, especially when you're with your team. how he would act like you're nothing but a mere speck of dust to him during team lunches. how he would slyly evade your hand reaching for his when you thought you were alone (which you were).

the moment you step out of your apartment, it's like sae never knew who you were. some interviews would mention your name, asking for his opinion as you are the rising star of re al, yet he would only quip a, "i know her as our women's youth team's ace. nothing else". as if you never walked the streets of madrid together; as if you were strangers who only happened to be in the same place at the same time.

you wish you had known earlier, so that it wouldn't hurt the way it does now. one night, you allowed yourself to spiral in all these thoughts as you lie on your bed. you read through the evidence etched on the stillness of your ceiling how sae has been playing you perfectly. quite the midfielder he is, indeed.

you would be lying if you say that it doesn't hurt whenever he let goes of your hand when other people join your space; how your heart clenches whenever he gives you one of his cold side-eyes that made you feel so little–so beneath him.

it bothered you too much, and you were at your limit. and so, the night came when confrontation and clarity is all you sought from him. after washing the dishes, he goes to plant a kiss on your lips when he joined you at the living room, only to be blocked by a finger against his lips.

he looks at you, confused, then takes a seat beside you.

"everything alright?" he asks.

you sigh, preparing yourself for what's to come. if there is one thing you hate about sae, it would be how he would never, even in god's name, listen or even engage in confrontations. you know it very well, especially if it involves being vulnerable and talking about his true feelings. he's only ever good with actions, but is that really enough for the both of you to maintain such a confusing setup?

"what are we doing here, sae?" you finally ask, determined to meet him in the eyes as you did.

"what do you mean?"

"i enjoy spending time with you. cooking with you, strolling around with you, eating with you, and everything in between." you began. "i love it when you kiss and hold me, how you wait for me to sleep before you do. we do things like lovers do, but what are we really?"

to you, it seemed like he was a deer caught in headlights. sae could only stare at you as he processed your words. he didn't expect you to confront him so soon, to finally search for the one thing he's been trying to avoid all this time.

"it's clear that i like you, sae. i'm willing to bet it's even more than that now," you chuckle, quite defeatedly so, "but do those kisses mean the same way for you as it does to me?"

again, he doesn't respond.

"we can't keep roleplaying forever."

being met with silence again and again only frustrated you even more. as much as you hate letting your emotions taking the wheel, you couldn’t help but wear your heart upon your sleeve this time. you try reaching out for his hand, as a way of assuring yourself that he’s yours, but he did it again.

itoshi sae evaded your fucking hand, standing up from the sofa with nothing but the same old blank stare he used to give before you crept your way into his heart. as if he’s tearing through every fibre of your being with his glaring teals, daring you to come any closer if you had the guts to begin with.

“am i really just an object to you?” it barely came out as a whisper. you didn’t want to think that way. you wanted to believe that sae sees you for who you are—as someone he’s willing to love and give his heart too.

but really, who were you kidding?

you must have known him a little too well because what he did next is as clear as day in your mind. itoshi sae didn't waste any time turning his back to you to do what he does best—tuck his shoes in and leave.

you should have known it would turn out this way, and as heartbreaking as it could go, you knew it was the right thing to do. that said, sae left you with only one option left.

[chiasaaa]

— mean it || part i

itoshi sae x f! reader

summary: loving someone as cruel as itoshi sae has to be the worst thing that ever happened to a hopeless romantic like you. years of pining over your childhood crush finally comes to an end, or does it?

warning: english is not my first language. apologies for any grammatical or spelling errors.

— when itoshi sae left japan, he not only left his family and a broken promise with his little brother. no, he left a person that carved a huge hole in his heart when he did so. who would have known that japan's pride and joy had fallen for your charm? certainly not you, because you have been vocal about your interest to the auburn-haired boy since you were six, and he never bothered reciprocating your feelings. whenever you ask him how he feels about you, he never answers and would very much rather deadpan instead. his one true love is football, and there is nothing that will stop him from reaching his dreams. he will do whatever it takes to become the greatest; shifting his dream from being the world's greatest striker to the world's greatest midfielder is proof of that dedication. he didn't care what he has to do to get there. sae will continue playing football even after his legs break.

it was something you admired greatly about him. it was natural for both of you to become friends when you've met, given that you share the same interest. at some point, you both also shared the same dream of becoming the world's best striker.

it seems like only one of you has reached such doors of opportunity as you were finally scouted by re al madrid's women's division as a striker—a centre forward to be specific. you were seventeen when you were scouted, and through the one year you've worked with re al, you have never once caught a glimpse of itoshi sae. even so, you didn't mind. you were there for your dream, not to catch up to sae. it was one of the things that he came to admire about you.

since he was a kid, he had always known about your childish feelings for him. at first, he thought it was annoying and considered cutting you off if you prove to be a hindrance. he tried to see just how far you'll go for him—to please him. however, when he realized that you don't use your feelings as a reason to excuse his bad behavior, he couldn't help but feel gravitated towards you. it began to scare him, how you suddenly have control over his actions and plagued his thoughts, so he left.

it wasn't until your match against wc barcha that your paths have decided to reunite you two. the championship game for nationals is today, and the same stadium was used for both men's and women's games. right after sae took a shower and freshened up, their team captain informed them that they will be watching the women's match. though, it wasn't needed. the fact that it's the championship game and their team is in the game for the first time in five years was enough for the reigning champions of the men's division to watch.

that was how he ended up sitting with the rest of his team at the very front of the stadium, eyes wide by the slightest inch at the sight of you standing proud within the starting lineup as the match began its opening ceremony.

you have certainly changed. your previous long raven hair now had streaks of auburn in them and seemed longer than ever. contrary to how you used to tie your hair in french braids, you now tie it securely in a single high ponytail. you have grown taller, though he still towers over your figure. your clean nails that you religiously took care of now had gel polish in them.

and most importantly, the hideous neon pink cleats you used to play with are now replaced by a powder blue shade—your favorite. he would be lying if he said it didn't bother him, knowing fully well that those neon pink cleats were a gift from him, but he fooled himself to think that your shoe size simply changed over time and you can't use them anymore.

still, why did you have to change the color if you once said that neon pink reminds you of him?

throughout the entire match, his eyes remained on you. the fact that you're playing in a completely different level now made him feel like he never knew who you were at all. you have exceeded most strikers already, even within the male's division. playing against guys your entire life proved advantageous in the pro league because it certainly shows when you're put up with the rest of the lukewarm idiots. they all seemed like headless chickens compared to you.

you were graceful, yet destructive. that addictive yet terrifying feeling began to creep in from behind again, and it made him feel nauseous. you're one terrifying being, with that way you're able to win over people's hearts so effortlessly.

"and re al's shooting star delivered the decisive goal! for the first time in five years, re al has reclaimed the throne as spain's champions!"

having both teams win called for a big celebration for the entire re al team. it didn't help sae when you were invited as the opening speaker for the party. throughout your speech, his eyes never left your figure. a sense of pride welled in his chest now that he sees you holding three golden trophies you've most definitely earned. it was proof of your hard work. you were madrid's shooting star—the one person they needed to finally win and snatch the crown back to represent spain in the international league.

it wasn't until the end of your speech that your eyes have finally spotted sae in the crowd, your breathe caught up in your throat the moment you realized it was him. leonardo luna even had to assist you down the stage, mainly due to your long evening gown, for you to finally snap back into reality.

he is here.

quite funny how you first had to win nationals just for you to get a glimpse of him. now that he really is in the same room as you, you don't know how to react anymore.

should you hug him? wait, he might not even remember you. maybe a hello would do and not scare him away. what if he doesn't remember you, though?

you've been thinking about it too much at the balcony with a glass of wine twirling between your fingers that you failed to notice how you accidentally manifested said man by your side.

"finally decided to show up, huh?"

it took you by surprise, feeling his gentle breath against your ear as he spoke. you jumped back in slight surprise, and it was thanks to his quick reflexes that he avoided an unwanted accident by catching the glass you just dropped. he hands it back to you with a slight chuckle, finding it amusing that behind the new you is the same clumsy girl he once played football with.

"sae," you utter in disbelief. "f-funny seeing you here."

"huh? you know i play for re al."

"really? couldn't have known! haha..."

then, it was awkwardly silent. you quietly sipped on your drink as you actively avoided his gaze, finding interest in the pitch black emptiness they call the sky.

"i was waiting for you." he finally said, breaking the silence like shattered glass. "i knew you could do it."

"it took awhile," you slowly relaxed into the conversation until you're comfortable enough to start talking about your journey—how you always had him in your thoughts whenever you train. he painfully reminded you of your silly antics as a child crushing over him. how you promised to him that you'll one day go down on one knee at the centre of the football stadium to ask for his hand in marriage.

you couldn't help but feel hopeful now that he's mentioned all of it in one night, finding that maybe itoshi sae isn't completely against the idea of being yours. what else could it mean, right? he was the first to approach and congratulate you for reaching this milestone. he was the first to strike up a conversation for the both of you to finally catch up. he was the first to stir the storytelling to the silly romances you both shared before.

the feeling only intensified when he asked you to ditch the party with him and go someplace instead, hiding your adventures into the mystery of the night.

maybe, just maybe, itoshi sae wants you just as much as you've been wanting him all these years.

[chiasaaa]

— truly, madly, deeply…

itoshi sae x f! reader

summary: everyone has a moment of weaknesses. you happen to have that after being overworked to your limit and sometimes, all you need is one person to feel better.

warning: english is not my first language. apologies for any grammatical or spelling errors.

— dating a football superstar like itoshi sae has its pros and cons. for someone as busy and goal-driven as you, the pros have always contributed the heavier weight on the scale. dating sae couldn’t be more perfect with the how you easily align in terms of career plans. he had always been destined to become one of the greatest football players in the world, and you have glued your eyes on your fashion empire from the very start.

even so, sae always made sure to have time for you the same way you did to him. while you bend heaven and hell just to watch his matches, he always whips through sand and snow to celebrate every milestone and every occasion with you.

truly, you couldn’t ask for more from the loyal guy.

or so you thought.

recently, with the amount of work you’ve been drowning in, you couldn’t help but wish he was by your side to hold you through a breakdown. you never allow yourself to be vulnerable, especially when you’re alone. you need sae to be with you for you to actually let out a tiny bit of your feelings.

quite ironic, if you think about it.

the only person you can be vulnerable to is the one person in the world who seems to be rid of emotions. contrary to popular belief, sae is just the perfect person to confide to at one’s worst—well, maybe only yours.

you: i miss you

it was an attempt to start a small conversation tonight as you’re drinking your frustrations away with a glass of wine kept in your shared home. though, it feels more like it’s a single-person house with how much he’s spent time overseas.

the scent of his cologne no longer lingers in your cozy home. the scented candles that he gifted you so you won’t feel alone had run dry. even the love note he left on the fridge before he left fell down just this morning.

it isn’t like you to be dwelling too much on the little things, and you simply brush them off when it does come to mind in passing. whether it’s the alcohol entering your system or the fact that you’re reading the tabloids as to how so many of your loyal customers are expectant of your valentine’s product line, you simply knew that your emotions are running your mind.

not an ounce of logic is with you right now. quite the rare sight, would be sae’s opinion if he were there.

four hours turned to five and sae’s yet to respond to your desperate text. by now, you’ve downed at least half of the newly opened bottle and finally allowed a few beads of tears slip down. not enough to bawl your heart out, but to allow your vision to clear up a bit as it already pooled to the limit.

itoshi sae had no idea you’re going through such a rough patch in the three weeks he’s gone. supposedly, it was only for three days to settle his passport back in japan, but the blue lock project certainly caught his attention and had him cancelling his flight. he informed you of the changes and the reason to do so, and you were completely fine with it.

if anything, you hoped it would help your boyfriend somehow mend his messy relationship with his brother, and you were fully supportive of the notion. no one could have expected this, and it wasn’t anyone’s fault at all.

three weeks passed by so fast that the tear-stained baby that was you didn’t even notice that tonight was his flight back home. you heard keys faintly jiggling from the other side of the wooden door, sniffing as you figured it’s just another neighbor mistaking your home for theirs.

“ya llegué,” i’m home.

sae didn’t know what to feel the moment he sees your disheartened figure sitting on a stool by the bar counter, but the moment he hears your sobs, he dropped his bags down the floor and hurriedly walked to your side.

“what’s wrong, mi vida?” he asks gently, taking you in his arms upon instinct. the stool complied as it twists you around to face him, allowing you to finally go full-on sobbing on his chest. the sound of your wails brought a crack to his heart with every cry, and sae could only wish he’d endure the pain in your stead.

in the three years you’ve been together, sae had only seen you break down twice. the first wasn’t even meant to be a breakdown if it weren’t for him encouraging you to be more honest with him. the second was a little more intentional, surrendering to the fact that you’re in need of comfort amidst a lonely year.

this time, however, he doesn’t know what plagues your mind enough to start talking. instead, he placed a hand at the back of your head to soothe your scalp while the other ran itself up and down your back. he silently stood there and let you release all of your pent-up frustrations until you’re capable of speaking again.

“w-why are you here so soon?” you snap back to reality after a few minutes, lunging back straight to wipe the remaining tears in your bloodshot eyes. “don’t you have that match against blue lock? it isn’t til the 25th, right?”

“it’s already the 26th, cariño.” sae cups your cheek with one hand, wiping away a stray tear with his gentle thumb. he hates seeing you like this. one moment you’re completely out of your wits, then the next is your body returning to its natural programming like you didn’t just feel human enough to express emotions. sometimes, he wonders if you look at him the same. with how he’s cut off from his feelings most of the time and how he’s yet to actually go through a breakdown within your presence, maybe it’s a little hypocritical of him to wonder.

“the 26th? oh, god! i need to email the suppliers for next week’s shipment!” you were about to hop off the stool when sae stopped you and kept you planted down. “sae, mi amor, i’m glad you’re home. i just—“

“this isn’t just about me stepping foot in this house five minutes ago, mi vida.” he takes your chin between his fingers, fixating your gaze at his teal-hued eyes. “you’re overworking, and i’m yet to understand why you’re crying.”

“but—“

“please, take a small break.” he leans his forehead down to yours, hoping for you to receive his sincerity. “stay in the living room for me, mi vida. i’ll make us some tea to relax.”

you took a glance at the clock, realizing it’s already past midnight. sae must be tired from his trip, and yet he carried you down the sofa so effortlessly before heading back to the kitchen to make tea. you turned to watch him from the living room, noticing how he glared at the half-empty wine bottle and the wine glass you were about to finish. he swiftly drank the rest of it in one go, muttering how it does taste good and he now understands why you kept drinking it.

he brewed, he cleaned, and he sat down with you like how a therapist would approach their patient. you didn’t know if it was the alcohol kicking in again, but you can feel tears brimming your eyes as you realized just how much he cares for you.

“god, i’m so stupid.” you mutter, hiding your face in your palms.

“what did we talk about?” sae sighed, pulling you against his chest once again.

you flinched. “don’t berate ourselves…”

he nods, then takes your hand in his. with a swift motion, he intertwined your fingers and planted a kiss at the back of your palm.

“what’s going on, mi vida?”

and so, you talked about the entire process that led to your ugly breakdown. how you hate the silence that comes after a long day and the realization that sae’s someplace else. how it hits you like a ton of bricks when you read the tabloids that a lot of people are expectant of your creations. how both worlds somehow collided when you read the morning newspaper with yet another scoop on how sae may be dating behind your back, and how sae was conquering the world out there and you’re stuck in spain to chase after your own golden egg.

“i’m sorry. i was just feeling a little sensitive, so the sadness grabbed the chance to use it against me.” you joked, chuckling awkwardly as you now played with his fingers out of anxiousness. “i’m not usually like this. please don’t take this seriously. you don’t need to worry about me whenever you leave—“

sae must have been annoyed by how you’re suddenly patching up your scarlet wounds with useless bandaids because he shut you up right away with a slow and passionate kiss. he was never good with words, and his progress is quite slow, but he knows that the best way for him to communicate with you is through his actions.

the kiss was no mere act of affection that night. it was an assurance, a promise telling her that he will take care of her no matter how messy she can get. that he will be more attentive to her feelings, especially when he’s away.

“you act too tough sometimes,” he whispered against your lips, “you don’t have to be like that with me. i’m here now, mi vida.”

that was all you needed to hear to finally get a proper rest. sae didn’t stop you from dozing off after you both finished your tea, carrying you back in your shared room after a long day. as he laid beside you, he watched in earnest how your nose would scrunch in your sleep. how you resemble a baby and how he wishes for your future children to look more like you one day.

“te amo, mi vida.” i love you, my life.

[chiasaaa]

— anything for you

itoshi sae x f! reader

summary: sae finds himself doing things he wouldn’t normally do. all for you.

warning: english is not my first language. apologies for any grammatical or spelling errors.

— itoshi sae knew he was beyond saving the moment he set his phone against his pillow and clicked the record button, holding up three boxes of what seemed to be pr boxes for the brands he’s sponsoring.

no, said brands did not require him to film the pr boxes. they only wished for him to use and test it out in an attempt to gain his brutally honest feedback. so why is it that he has his camera open to do a little review?

it’s because he’s deeply and undeniably in love with a so-called idiot named you. you have him wrapped around your finger, and sae was the one to curl your fingers around him for you. a little while ago—right after emerging from the shower of his hotel room—he sent a photo of the three pr boxes that laid on his bed. his manager did tell him he’ll drop it off around the night.

itoshi sae: they’re here.

itoshi sae: [sent an attachment]

you: ohhh! unboxing vid, pls!

itoshi sae: not my thing

you: aww :PP

you: anyhoo, don’t forget to eat dinner!

you: i’m just pinning my sketches in the new mood board, then i’ll head back home.

he knew there was nothing else to your response. sure, you were a bit dampened by how he flat out rejected your request, but you’re not one to dwell in such silly things either. sae knew that you would be the last person on earth forcing him to do something he doesn’t want to do, and video reviews might as well be nonexistent in his vocabulary.

even so, he decided to give it to you. reviews of the products he’s sponsoring.

oh, may god save his soul.

“we’ll start with this one.” he holds up a pastel yellow box displaying the name of his favorite skincare brand. “i heard they’re releasing a new formula for my moisturizer that’s less sticky. if it works well, then i’ll be using that for my games.”

he takes out a tube from the box and showed it to the camera, plucking the lid open. “the bottle’s bigger than the previous one too, and the design’s more minimal. i like it.”

for the next hour, itoshi sae filmed each and every reaction he had for every product he tested, telling you his brutally honest reviews and picking out which ones he considered purchasing upon launch.

sae didn’t even bother screening the videos before sending them to you, well-aware that you prefer his rawest form than anything else. it is a factor as to why he feels so lucky being with you. though, he’d never admit it right at your face, he simply hopes he shows it enough.

imagine the look on your face when you just finished locking up your office, fishing your phone out to let him know you’re about to head home. instead, you were met with three 15-minute long videos of each promotional box sent to him.

itoshi sae: [sent 3 attachments]

itoshi sae: i have to admit, i like the new sunscreen the most. i’ll contact the company and have another delivered to you.

itoshi sae: you should also try the lip glaze. i remember you’ve been complaining about how your lips dry up in the winter. i’ll give it to you next week when you fly over.

your heart swelled at the sight of him actually filming his reactions, nearly slamming into a lamp post if it wasn’t for your driver tugging you back lightly to prevent you from doing so.

you: you really filmed!

you: i’ll watch it on the way home!

you: i love you, querido <3

and your appreciative messages were enough for sae to know that leaving his heart to rest upon your care is the best thing he’s ever done. you have always been the most positive influence in his life, and you never shame him for anything he does out of his character.

itoshi sae: i love you. head home safe.

[chiasaaa]

— the things we do for love

itoshi sae x f! reader

summary: sae has always been stoic, always appearing uncaring who only gives a shit about football. yet, his team noticed how he wears his heart upon his sleeve when it comes to you

warning: english is not my first language. apologies for any grammatical and spelling errors.

— dating a football superstar only meant frequent days apart from each other, and today is much like any other. because the european league began, sae leaves for germany, the host country for the season. it has been three days since his flight, and he’s already itching for you to get your work done and fly over as soon as possible. he can’t possibly start a season without you, right?

alas, your career as one of the most successful businessmen in spain caused your delay for this year. there is much to take care of with the month of love coming up, and you’re preparing an upcoming fashion line submitting to the theme. sae didn’t want to pressure you into going. after all, fashion is your passion and soccer is his. he wished to be as supportive as you are to him, and that meant refraining from whining like a little kid when he can’t get what he wants immediately.

however, as he stared at his phone screen displaying his last message left with no response for about five hours now, he couldn’t help but feel a little down. have you been so busy that you can’t even take a quick peek at your phone?

sae put the device down the bedside table, turning his back on it in an attempt to sleep it off. that, too, led to nothing but uncomfortable shifting left and right. he can’t sleep not knowing what’s happening to you right now. you haven’t even responded to a simple “did you eat dinner yet?” question. frankfurt and madrid have the same timezone, meaning it’s just as much 23:39 as it is in madrid.

what the hell are you doing at this hour?

buzz!

barry allen just lost his title as the fastest man alive with how sae immediately turned back and snatched his phone from the table, eager to see a message coming from you.

michael kaiser: coach called us down the luxury suite.

curse his annoying narcissistic teammate for getting his hopes up.

with reluctance, sae rises from the bed and threw on a loose pair of sweatpants and his favorite sweater. given that he’s dating you who quite literally dominated the fashion industry in most european countries already, every article of clothing sae used to have were replaced by your designs. not a single one was salvaged, and he preferred it that way. it felt like he walks around with a piece of you everywhere he goes.

if you can’t always be there, your creations most certainly are.

as sae goes down the to meet at the lounge, a few soccer fans boarded the elevator with him and began striking an unwanted conversation. it’s not helping that he’s already in a sour mood because of a certain someone still missing in action. it took a lot for him to stop himself from snapping a snarky comment or two in respect of you. “be nice” in your ever-so sweet and loving voice rang in his head repetitively.

“good luck on your match tomorrow, sae!”

“let’s take a picture!”

“what do you think of tomorrow’s match? will it go well?”

he sighs, “if my girlfriend happens to magically appear, then yes, it’s a sure match.”

sae has always been open about his relationship to the public, mainly because he hates the thought of people thinking he’s still up for grabs when he’s irrevocably yours to begin with. you, thankfully, had no problem dealing with the paparazzi and thousands of interviewers going through hell on earth just to get something out of you.

after what felt like forever, the elevator opened and allowed him to step out and meet his team at the luxury suite reserved for their team meetings. it took him two knocks for the door to open, only to reveal kaiser with a smug smirk on his face.

“aren’t you punctual?”

“you called me over,” sae sighs, walking right inside to see only three more of their teammates with them, “i don’t see coach anywhere.”

“right, i might have lied about that.”

“what—“ sae turns, a string of vulgar words ready to shoot themselves right towards their annoying centre forward, when he was halted by the sight of you closing the door with a gentle smile carved upon your lips. “—the hell…”

“surprise!” you giggled, holding your arms out for him. sae didn’t need to be told twice to bolt right into your warmth, wrapping you in a tender embrace that evoked a thousand unvoiced thoughts expressing how much he missed you. “wow. we’ve only been apart for three days, querido.”

“demasiado tiempo, mi vida.” it’s too much time, my life. sae didn’t know whether or not he should be happy that you’ve finally arrived. partly happy because this is indeed a pleasant surprise, but partly not because what if something happened to you as you’re traveling and he had absolutely no idea? he would hate himself to death if something were to happen to you.

and as if you knew what he was thinking, you carefully leaned back to look into his teal hues. he can stay in that moment forever and never get sick of the sight. “i’m here, and i’m alright.”

indeed, the fact that he’s able to hold you so close to him is enough proof to ease his worries away. he should have known you’d pull things like these even after three years of dating. you always knew how to keep him wrapped around your finger.

oh, the things we do for love.

[chiasaaa]

—you know where to find me

hiccup haddock x f!reader oneshot

summary: it was a quiet day at the edge when hiccup began to notice that at times of rest, you were always nowhere to be seen.

— hiccup found it quite odd, especially since viggo grimborn is not one to give up so easily. after surviving by a slim chance once again from one of his ferocious traps, hiccup and the dragon riders were left alone for a good number of days. he knew he shouldn’t be complacent, knowing exactly how viggo likes to play. the moment they lower their guard, he creeps up from behind to bite them back.

“hiccup, maybe viggo doesn’t want to be found.” they all gather at the clubhouse after the third moon has passed without viggo’s presence in the midst. while hiccup was restless, the rest are beginning to feel accustomed the serene days viggo has allowed them to enjoy. astrid spoke for the rest, gesturing towards the twins doing yet again another of their unpredictable tactics.

“i think it’s time you take a day off too. you need it.”

that was how she phrased it, and he knew she meant it, but hiccup was sure that astrid is also falling into this curse of complacency. it was him against everyone on it, and so he decided to actually think of something else to do the next morning.

the first person he came looking for? you.

since he was a scrawny teenager, you were always there supporting him in anything he wished to do. it was quite the funny pair, the berkians pointed out. you were always the most promising warrior in your generation, the little orphan girl, and hiccup was the helpless fool who was only ever known as the chieftain’s son. he didn’t have any feats under his belt at the time, yet you stuck around as if he’s the most interesting person in the archipelago.

to his dismay, hiccup failed to find you after the meeting at the clubhouse. as if you were a ghost who wished to stay hidden, he began to grow more worried than confused. he rushes over to astrid’s hut in hopes of finding your location, but even your partner in battle didn’t know where you could be. though, he did gain something to work with.

“recently, we only get to see her in meetings and meal time. other than that, she’s nowhere to be found.”

has this been going on since the first moon? was he that preoccupied that he failed to notice your absence when he’s tinkering or cooking up plans at the clubhouse?

he could only scold himself at the thought. you always had a habit of disappearing when you feel like it. thing is, you’re not in berk anymore. he knows where to find you if you were back in berk, but in the edge? you didn’t even have the time looking for a hideout because of the never-ending adventures and dangers you get yourself into. in a hurry, he mounts toothless and decided to take his search to the skies.

as his eyes studied the geographical structure of the island, hiccup began to narrow down the possible spots in which you set your new hideout. he knows you like the palm of his hand, and nothing in the world will be able to stop him from ever finding you. may it be anywhere in the world, he will always, always find his way back to you.

and track you down, he did. he should have known that there’s a cave by the beach, the perfect place to dump all of your heap of junk. with toothless behind him, he enters the cave and found a torch that only confirmed his theory. deeper inside, he finds a large space arranged neatly from projects to sketches. familiar weapons hung on one side of the wall near a long table filled with mixed liquids—some looking like monstrous nightmare gel and changewing venom.

as he takes one foot over the other, hiccup eventually found just the person he was looking for. on the far end of the cave was you, standing in front of a map you’ve drawn on a large piece of parchment that enveloped the entire wall. you have been working on your own discoveries yourself.

“sketching the terrains, noting spotted dragons on each island.” he stands beside you, admiring your work. “pretty impressive. you even got the edge’s geography.”

“it took you four moons,” you snicker, folding your arms smugly. “must i be placed so lowly in your priority ranking, haddock?”

hiccup avoided your eyes, guiltily scratching at his nape where the tip of his hair falls. “it’s nothing like that.”

you laughed, nudging him lightly with an elbow. “relax, i’m kidding.”

then your eyes fall back on your map. “the world’s such a big place, isn’t it?”

“indeed, it is.”

“i can’t wait to discover each and every piece of land out there.” you hand reached on to the map, feeling the rough surface of woody parchment at the tip of your fingers. hiccup noted how your eyes held an excited glint, as if you could be bolting out of the cave to find another island right now.

that’s when he was reminded of her—of how drastically she can affect him without even trying to. hiccup feels the same burst of excitement you held in his heart upon seeing you so determined. since you were children, you have always been his inspiration.

people always had their idols, and you happen to be his.

so fierce and fearless. nothing could ever stop you, not even him, and that’s what he always envied you for. every time he looks at you—whenever he witnesses the beauty of your existence—hiccup always wondered how having such a strong sense of freedom felt.

“do give me a warning when you’re off to wreak havoc in yet another island.” hiccup joked, earning a hearty laugh from the latter. you knew that he tends to feel overly worried when he finds you nowhere in your usual spots. it was your fault he’s snappy at times, but through the years, you both outgrew it.

well, hiccup simply adapted to your volatile lifestyle.

“you don’t even need terror mails at this point.” you grinned. “you always know where to find me, haddock.”

“that i do,” he takes your hand in his, gently tugging you closer to him as his chest faced yours, “and i will always be with you.”