#mildly though

ft. itoshi sae . ooc! sae . probably ooc! reader . whipped ahh sae . not proofread . i one take jayed this

itoshi sae was never one to be openly affectionate. he always did it in silent ways— ways that wouldn't have his pride and nonchalance threatened.

he never objected towards affection from you though. he loved how touchy you could be, how words easily rolled of your tongue in such an endearing way, he just loved you.

when he holds your hand while shopping? you swear you melt out of sheer excitement. speaking of shopping, sae would most definitely shower you with gifts. whether it was jewelry, a ton of lip products, branded items, classy heels or expensive sneakers, sae would get it for you.

money was nothing to sae. it came to him either way, he was practically a model. besides, he's a world renowned athlete. however, your happiness? even if he didn't want to admit it, it meant the whole universe to him. something money could'(nt) buy. (weeeell i mean..)

that niche thing you asked for a week ago that you forgot about? magically appears on your desk in pretty packaging. the sports class you wanted to try? paid and ready for you to learn.

sae is a good listener, he remembers things many don't pay much attention to. he remembers things you forget.

he makes it his life mission to bring you joy, to remind you that he does love you. because he struggles to say it, to show it physically.

whiiich was kind of why you fell for him. you were drawn by the thrill of his "hard to get" demeanour, and my lord was that a facade he put on perfectly. turns out he was just hard for you.

but, that's sae when he's completely conscious. when he isn't tired. when he isn't winded from practice or a match.

when sae is absolutely exhausted? good gracious, that is a different man.

the maroon haired boy pushes past the door as he stumbles through. eyes half lidded, shoulders slumped, bag meeting the floor immediately.

"[nameeee]," he whines as he spots you in your shared living room, comfortably lazing on the couch. the clicking sound of the door lock echoed through the silent room.

"hi, sae," you laughed as he sways almost drunkenly towards you. he props himself right next to you, one arm draped over your waist. his fingers played and delicately danced with the fabric of your clothing.

when you turned to face him, you were met with teal puppy eyes staring back at you. you cocked your head, "what is it?" sae pouts in response;. "nothing. jus' you're too pretty, makes me sad. dunno why you chose me, but i'm glad you did," he babbles, speech mildly slurred.

"and you're too cute," you muse as you plant a chaste kiss on his forehead. you turn back to scrolling, writing a report, finishing exam review, whatever you were doing.

sae whimpers quietly as he nuzzles head on your arm. he continues to murmur words of affirmation for a short period before he shifts himself into a more practical position.

immediately he pulls out his phone to text someone. the blue light emitted onto his face should be keeping him awake, yet he was so fatigued he leans onto your shoulder for support, for a pillow.

out of curiosity, you peek at the message and couldn't help but stifle a laugh.

your heart flutters as you rest your head on top of sae's. listening to the whispers of his admiration towards you, the soft rising as he breathes in and out.

and sae cherishes every moment of it. he loves basking in your presence, being close to you, loving you. sae was the loving kind, and maybe it was all because of you. <3