user12345: DID ITOSHI SAE & HIS LONG-TERM GIRLFRIEND BREAK UP????

itoshino1fan: OMG SAE & Y/N NO LONGER FOLLOW EACH OTHER

saeglazer101: OOOPP TROUBLE IN PARADISE??! 👀 HERE’S MY CHANCEE 😜

gossip & tea pages were already running with the narrative. fan accounts started reposting each other. tiktok edits of your “failed relationship” started flooding everyone’s feed.

and unfortunately for you, the news had travelled all the way to spain.

sae had just finished his morning run when his phone started exploding with notifications from multiple people & journalists. even shidou who he has not spoken to in weeks somehow sent him a screenshot of the news with the caption:

💬: so she finally dumped you? 💀

for a few seconds, he simply stood there with his phone in hand trying to figure out how the internet had somehow came to the conclusion that he’d been dumped. the last thing you’d sent him before he went out for his run was a picture of the lunch you made, so there was absolutely no way you’d broken up with him in the short span of three hours (and without his knowledge too).

still, when he opened instagram & saw that you really weren’t following him anymore… something in his chest dropped.

immediately, he tapped on your contact & started calling you.

the ringing echoed through the speaker until the call eventually ended on its own. no answer. his jaw tightened as he tried again.

beep

the line disconnected, so he tried again.

beep

and again.

beep

by the time the tenth call went unanswered, his text messages had already started flooding your chat.

sae ♡: answer your phone

sae ♡: ???

sae ♡: y/n

sae ♡: i’m serious

sae ♡: we need to talk

sae ♡: hello?

back in japan, however, you were peacefully asleep; completely unaware that half the internet had assumed you’ve broken up with your famous mid-fielder boyfriend, or that said boyfriend was currently having the worst few hours of his life.

—

three hours later when you finally woke up and reached for your phone, your lockscreen lit up with 30 notifications from sae.

20 unanswered texts.

10 missed calls

and approximately 100 notifications from all your social media combined of posts that you were tagged in from strangers on the internet mourning a breakup that never actually happened.

“… what the hell?” you muttered in complete disbelief as you sat upright in bed.

you immediately started calling sae back, and he answered within the first ring. “amor...” the relief in his voice hit you so fast that you nearly forgot why you’d called in the first place.

“sae?” you blinked. “what happened?”

there was a brief pause before he let out a slow exhale. “you unfollowed me.”

“… what?”

“you unfollowed me.”

“no? i was literally asleep.”

“check my profile.”

you stared at your screen before immediately going to his profile. and there it was… that mocking ‘follow back’ button staring back at you, clearly showing that you did in fact unfollow him.

“oh shit…”

“exactly what i said,” he replied flatly.

“i-i’ll fix it, okay? i’ll put up a statement on my story. hold on,” you said quickly.

immediately, you tapped onto your story and typed out a short statement— hoping it would stop the rumors before they spiraled any further.

after posting it, you let out a relieved sigh. you knew people were parasocial when it came to professional soccer players, but you certainly didn’t expect thousands of people to reach the conclusion that you’d broken up over one misplaced tap of your thumb.

“… there.” you murmured, staring at the freshly uploaded story. “crisis averted.”

“mhm.”

his response was immediate, but something about the way he said it made you anxious.

you frowned.

“a-are you still mad?” you asked, fiddling with the corner of your pillowcase.

there was a brief silence on the other end of the line. “i’m not mad.”

“sae.”

“… what?”

“that doesn’t sound very convincing.”

another pause.

then you heard him exhale quietly. “i said i’m not mad, amor.”

“… promise?”

this time, the sigh that left him sounded almost resigned. “yes amor,” he replied, the edge in his voice finally softening.

“i promise.”

only then did some of the tension leave your shoulders. you sank back against your pillows, finally relaxing. “… okay,” you murmured. “that’s good to know.”

somehow the call grew quiet again, but this time it felt comfortable rather than tense. neither of you seemed particularly eager to hang up.

“… i-i miss you, sae.” you finally broke the silence.

for a second, all you could hear was the faint sound of movement from his side of the call before he spoke again, his voice noticeably softer this time. “i miss you too, amor.”

the two of you stayed on the phone for another hour before his schedule eventually caught up with him. he listened to you ramble about your day while simultaneously packing his training bag, occasionally responding with a quiet hum to let you know he was still listening. eventually, you ended up curled beneath your blankets with the call still connected, smiling whenever his voice drifted through the speaker.

. . .

the distance between spain and japan still felt unfair.

but somehow, it was hard to dwell on the miles between you when he still felt so present in your everyday life.

⨳ 𝓷𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: finally a bllk post. not proofread

he'd collected tons of intel, hired people to dig deeper into your personal life, yet all of that barely contributed to how he found out.

it was a random saturday night, he was sprawled out on his plush couch, the fatigue of the busy week getting to him.

he'd decided on grabbing his phone and opening instagram, not having interacted with the app for a hot minute now.

the first little ombre circle catching his attention just so happened to be yours.

he'd refreshed a solid 5 times, hoping he was only seeing things and much to his dismay, he in fact wasn't.

he'd suppressed the urge to smash his phone right against the ground in hopes the shards of strewn glass would relieve some of the irritation coursing through him, instead deciding on finding a way to release his anger that'd benefit him.

truly, benefit him.

first, he'd scrolled through each and every user in your following to find the lucky bastard who'd reposted that story.

he couldn't hold back the cruel grin growing on his lips. it would be so easy to make you regret ever choosing to have a partner.

on a separate account, he'd dmed the very same person a message that'd be hard for anyone to ignore.

he'd mastered the ability to reel someone in emotionally by now, how to exploit their curiosity to the point they'd overlook dangerous— exactly how he'd get him to comply so effortlessly.

he left the messages on seen, almost 100% sure he'd show tomorrow.

and so he did.

he met the man, skipped past introductions and led him to an alley nearby the meet up point, under the ruse that he 'needed a smoke' in which the guy skeptically agreed to. kaiser could tell he was wary.

obviously, no cigarette was included. he'd waited by the side as a few other men he'd hired forced a break up onto the guy, threatening him with everything he held dear. at least he wasn't getting physical, right?

the next day, you'd shown up to his door for a discussion on his recent presence across social media as always, yet you looked terribly dejected.

it was mean, but he loved every trace of pain glistening in those unshed tears glazing over your eyes, even more so because of the reason behind it.

you tried to cut to the chase and get your routine discussions done. he could tell you'd rather be anywhere but in front of him right now.

it irked him deeply. why did you think so shallow of the man who'd sacrifice possibly everything for you? did you believe he was incapable of providing comfort?

he pried and pried a few times. they were mostly met with harsh responses, blunt 'i'm fine's', but kaiser knew you well enough. you'd cave, just with enough pressure.

and you did, eventually.

he felt a profound sense of accomplishment as you break down in his arms, blabbering on and on about everything clouding that head of yours. how you felt so betrayed, how much you loved him, how he'd been so cold during the break up and most of all, how perplexed you were at the lack of reasoning.

kaiser carded his fingers through your hair soothingly, despite being the one to break the both of you apart, murmuring soft reassurances and possessive caring words.

・・・・・

he felt an even stronger sense of accomplishment later with his aching length deep in you. your face smushed into the pillow as he relentlessly stuffed your gummy walls full of him, rhythm rid of all the sweetness he'd offered you earlier.

with every thrust and profanity slipping past him at the pleasure, you'd slowly forgotten all about your previous predicament and instead, welcomed the feeling of your pussy sucking your client's cock dry.

"m-michael, m'cumming, m'cummingg!" you whimper, thighs trembling with your anticipated orgasm, near drooling at the sensation.

all you could register in your brain long turned to mush was each and every one of his thrusts and how wide the grin on his face stretched, and even that, you could barely make out due to tears clouding your vision.

"c-cum for me, mein schatz, j-jus' fuck yourself dumb on my dick, mhm? no need to think of anyone else, i'll take care of h-haah, y-you, hübsches mädchen."

he'd always known he'd have you in this position one way or another.

he'd also always known no one else could fuck your pretty self as good as him.

a day later, he'd posted a picture of you holding a bouquet 10x larger on his story, ensuring your ex would view it.

⊹ mikey who isn’t always great at putting his feelings into words, so he says them through tiny actions instead. he notices when you’re cold before you do and drapes his jacket over your shoulders, saves the last bite of dessert because he knows you’ll like it, and quietly walks on the side closest to traffic every single time.

⊹ mikey who looks at you with complete, uncomplicated trust. after a rough day, he’ll flop onto your couch and stare at the ceiling until you sit beside him, then inch closer until your shoulders touch. he never asks to be comforted outright, but the way he settles against you says more than enough.

⊹ mikey who kisses you like he’s still a little surprised he gets to. most of them are quick pecks before hopping on his bike or after walking you home, but every so often he’ll cup your face with both hands, smile against your lips, and stay there for just a second longer because he doesn’t feel any rush to pull away.

⊹ mikey who remembers tiny things you mentioned months ago without realizing they mattered. you once pointed at a claw machine plushie and called it cute, and weeks later he casually drops it into your lap after somehow winning it on his first try. when you ask why he got it, he just blinks. “because you liked it.”

⊹ mikey who can fall asleep almost anywhere, but insists he sleeps best with you nearby. if you’re watching a movie together, there’s a good chance you’ll look over halfway through and find him dozing off with his head on your shoulder and one hand loosely holding onto your sleeve so you can’t wander off without waking him.

⊹ mikey who gets quietly jealous rather than dramatic. if someone else is making you laugh a little too much, he doesn’t interrupt or start an argument - he simply wanders over, slips into the space beside you, and casually hooks his arm around yours as though that’s where it’s always been. he won’t even look at the other person. he’s only paying attention to whether you lean into him.

⊹ mikey who has an uncanny sense for when you’re nearby in a crowd. toman could be celebrating after a meeting with dozens of people talking over one another, but the moment he hears your voice, his head turns immediately. within seconds he’s weaving through everyone until he’s standing next to you.

⊹ mikey who instinctively reaches for the back of your shirt whenever you’re walking through crowded places. it isn’t because he thinks you’ll get lost - it just reassures him that you’re there. sometimes he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it until you glance back at him and smile.

⊹ mikey who becomes surprisingly protective when you’re exhausted. if you’re pushing yourself too hard, he’ll gently take whatever you’re carrying out of your hands and tell you to take a break in the same matter-of-fact tone he uses to order food. there’s no teasing in moments like that - just quiet certainty that he’s going to help whether you protest or not.

⊹ mikey who isn’t possessive in words but in habits. your drink somehow ends up in his hand after one sip, he steals bites from your plate without asking, and he automatically saves you a seat wherever he goes. the people around him stop questioning it after a while because if there’s an empty spot next to mikey, everyone already knows who it’s for.

⊹ mikey who kisses you with so much love that makes your chest ache. he’ll pause right before you leave, brush his forehead against yours, and press one soft kiss to your lips before stepping back. then, after a second of thinking, he’ll lean in for another because one never quite feels like enough.

⊹ mikey who acts fearless in front of everyone else but relaxes completely when he’s with you. on nights when the responsibilities of leading toman weigh heavier than he lets on, he rests his head against your shoulder and closes his eyes. he doesn’t ask you to fix anything. he just stays there, comforted by the simple fact that you’re still beside him.