a singer being involved in a very, weird situation where they met an assumingly egotistical yet famous footballer and became the word of the media, only for the most unexpected drama to happen into their lives.
itoshi sae/reader/unknown social media au series.
⤷ 800 words + 9 attachments, profanity, hate at first sight(?), sae is an arrogant guy in this part, reader does not know who he is and vice versa, real madrid vs manchester city mentioned, people in posts are only pose references, media semi-real reactions (hate + threats highkk)
✮ ⌗1 “beginning of it all!” | next chapter
he had been injured prior to the game, but truly, losing the game was more embarrassing than the injury that he had endured. how could it not? the game currently being on 2-0 on the 76th minute for mancity was not the ideal look for the prodigy midfielder. which is why he had excused himself and left through a secret entrance door of the stadium.
of course, it doesn’t escape the fact that some people had saw him but ignored him anyways for thinking it couldn’t be him due to the ongoing game. which he was thankful for, as he was able to leave for fresh air across the bridge just outside the stadium. a heavy sigh left him as he closed his eyes briefly walking through the pavement.
“this thing has got a be a joke.” a quiet voice infront of him muttered the words, and his eyes opened to see the person currently trying to open the lid of a coffee just a few inches away and seemed to not see him that’s walking in the same direction.
fortunately, before they could bump into eachother, he stopped them by grabbing onto their coffee holding arm that almost spilled over his track top. their eyes shot up to him and backed away gently, and their mouth opened, “sor—“ “don’t block my way.” hello? hello?! he had his eyebrows furrowed with a cold look on his face that you couldn’t even believe the arrogance. “excuse me, then.” you finally got out and crossed the path of his, you could hear small tch got out of him and you shook your head.
“what the hell is wrong with that guy.” he was rude whatsoever, but whatever. atleast you have a better coffee than the ones in the stadium that costs 10x more expensive. walking back to the stadium and going back into your seat beside bachira, you looked at his most excited face and isagi’s concerned one. “so, how’s the game?” you asked.
“fun.” “terrible.” both of them said, bachira first and then isagi. “well yeah, but terrible for our side. madrid somehow created 3 goals in the span of minutes.” he pointed at the screen and there it was. three goals from 79th, 84th, 87th. “if we’re losing why is bachira smiling like an maniac?” “it’s bachira, what do you expect? and look at shidou too.” you blinked and saw the only man rooting against city.
“why is he—“ “itoshi sae plays for madrid.” right. rin’s brother and his teammate on Japan’s National Team, shidou was lucky the boy wasn’t here or he might get thrown with a ball by the guy. speaking of which, the guy you just met looked oddly like him no? and from the tracksuit, he seems like a player. but there’s no way right? he wouldn’t leave the game. right?
“that game sucked.” nagi mumbled as he laid his head on the back of your shoulder, reo at the back gently patting his back. “atleast you guys had a good game run?” isagi tried to find the optimistic side which received a blink from the guys. “WOO! you guys suc—“ before shidou could finish his sentence, you gave a sharp chop to his side. “OUCH!”
“okay, okay. geez.” he mumbled at reo’s gaze that’s sending him empty looks. “seriously why did we gave you tickets again?” bachira took the drink in your hand and sipped the already watered down coffee. “ew.” he bleh-ed it out. “it was cheaper than the ones in the stadium.” you shrugged and reo raised his eyebrow. “eh, maybe it’s better. the ones in the stadium is just some lame excuse of a coffee.”
“where did you even buy it?” isagi asked, “i forgot to ask you when you came back.” “uh, outside. although something weird happened.” they all raised an eyebrow. “really? what was it?” reo’s curiosity overpowered as you blinked. “there was this guy who almost bumped into me and was like ‘don’t block my way’ and shit.” isagi’s nose crunched over that. “rude.”
“right? he was wearing a white tracksuit, but like he didn’t have to be an asshole.” you said and paused. “although, when i remember it again, he looks familiar.” bachira titled his head. “maybe it’s gonna be your soulmate or something.” your head snapped towards him, “um, hello?” he simply replied with a smile. “actually wait, he looks like rin but he has like some maroon-ish hair.” they stayed quiet. and shidou, looked like he was about to cause a riot.
“i’m sorry did you just—“ notification sound! “oh, talking about rin, it’s him.” the moment you used your face id to look at the message, you froze. i’m sorry, what?! “what is it?” the others’ joined in concern seeing your panicked face, where you finally showed them the screen. “oh, oh!”
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