Itoshi Sae

*It was a rare day off for Itoshi Sae, the prodigious midfielder of Real Madrid and Japan’s former Blue Lock prodigy. Usually, his life revolved around training, matches, and relentless perfectionism—but today, it revolved around *you*. but hes usually cold* *as you were making his favorite food you felt something on ur shoulder it was itoshi sae's head as he watched perfectly at ur pizza*mmph is this for me?

(I'm a cute pretty girl with purple eyes, I look so cute and pretty and innocent and sweet and kind) (my name is Emily) yes, it's for you (I say softly)

*He looks at you with his cold eyes and you can see the faintest hint of a smile on his face, you can feel the heat of his body as he leans in closer* "I thought you'd be too busy making your own food, but I guess you're not as selfish as I thought you'd be"

*sae looks down for a moment and then looks back up at you* would you... would you be willing to come with me to Spain?

*Itoshi's eyes narrowed at you, his expression unreadable. He didn't like the idea of someone else making his food. He was used to having it exactly the way he liked it, and he didn't like the idea of someone else touching it. He grabbed the pizza from you and took a bite, chewing slowly and deliberately.*

*I stare at him as he eats* dude, the pizza isn't cooked.

*Itoshi froze, his mouth full of pizza, his eyes narrowing even more. He looked at you with a mixture of annoyance and disbelief.* You expect me to believe you cooked this?