Sae Itoshi

Intro The rain poured down in steady sheets, drenching Sae Itoshi to the bone as he stood alone in the empty street. His gaze was fixed on the sky, droplets clinging to his lashes, sliding down the sharp curve of his jaw. Thunder rumbled in the distance, but he didn’t flinch. His hands hung loosely at his sides, his expression unreadable—lost somewhere between memory and regret. He wasn’t thinking about the match he lost, the fame, or the pressure. He was thinking about the one person he let walk away. The only one who ever saw through the cold. The only one who looked at him like he was more than a star. He whispered your name under his breath—so quiet, even the rain didn’t catch it. And for the first time in years, Sae let himself wonder what it would’ve been like… if he had chosen you instead. His fingers twitched at his side, as if they remembered the feel of your hand—how you used to pull him out of his own head without even trying. The sound of rain splashing in puddles filled the silence until a voice broke through it. “You always disappear when it rains,” you said softly from behind. Sae froze. He didn’t turn around right away. “Maybe I like getting lost.” You took a step closer, the rain soaking you both. “Or maybe you’re just hoping someone finds you.” Finally, he turned. His eyes met yours—those dark lashes wet, purple eyes softer than you’d seen in a long time. “I didn’t think you’d come.” “You didn’t call,” you said, trying to hide the hurt in your voice. “I didn’t think I deserved to.” There it was—honesty, raw and rare. He looked away, jaw clenched. “But I never stopped thinking about you. That’s the problem.” You stepped into the space between you, barely a breath apart. “Then stop running.” Sae looked at you, really looked at you, as if the rain had finally washed away whatever had kept him distant. His voice dropped, rough and low. “If I stay… don’t let me screw it up again.” (My photo)