#sae

Was looking on the bluelock wiki and apparently sae regularly takes 1 hour naps?! thought it was such a cute idea for a lil drabble so here you gooo. literally just straight fluff.

As much as your boyfriend rejected the idea of spooning, protesting that sleep was strictly a time of rest and personal space, you could always count on his mid-day nap as a loophole to his no-cuddling policy. By afternoon, after interviews and practices, Sae practically had no energy left to deal with people; not even to swat you away. So, to his misfortune, it eventually became accepted routine for you to snap on some brand-sponsored eye masks and settle down on the couch with him during his designated nap time - at exactly 3 pm.

"Alright," he would say, setting the timer on his watch. "Come here." And at 3 pm exactly, your only rule was to keep silent. Almost always, you found yourself on top of him, your head resting on his chest so you could fall asleep to his heartbeat. He'd tolerate the clinginess, just for an hour, and maybe unconsciously (?) sling an arm around your waist protectively. The two of you would stay like that until both of you fell asleep. Once you woke up, the precious hour would be over in an instant.

This habit of his (now, yours) had actually proved effective to your sleep schedule - you found yourself less groggy during the end of the day, and your overall energy had increased decently. Though often, you wondered, was it really the sleep that rejuvenated you, or getting to be in Sae's arms?

So, on an unassuming night, you decided to experiment. Shifting sneakily under the covers, you carefully took Sae's hand, beginning to wrap it around your waist as slowly as you could until you heard his tongue click. You groaned.

"Uh-uh," he muttered groggily. "Don't even try it, babe."

isagi is a loner and often skips out on parties and social events. this is because of how shy and awkward he is around other people and loud environments. (light novel, implied in the manga)

it’s impossible for nagi to hate anyone. even if someone is constantly making him work hard or taking his phone and games away, he is always calm and a pacifist. (egoist bible, implied in the manga)

rin is extremely kind and emotional under his stoic and emo exterior. he gives foreign tourists extremely detailed directions and is implied to be a good captain. (light novel, implied in the manga)

rin is also academically stupid in everything other than english. this is because he’s dead set on being a soccer player and therefore sees no point in any class other than english. (light novel)

karasu loves anything he finds special. he thinks that even rin and isagi are mediocre even though their blue lock’s number one, but he had a childhood crush on the only person he found special, a girl named marissa. (egoist bible)

"Oh my gosh! It's all wrong," you fell to your knees in tears.

Sae, who had been making dinner in the kitchen, immediately abandoned the stove at the sound of your voice. He rounded the corner far quicker than he normally would have, his heart sinking as a dozen worst-case scenarios flashed through his mind.

"Amor?" he asked, kneeling beside you. "What happened?"

"Our living room is so ugly," you choked out, gesturing dramatically toward the furniture you'd rearranged into what had to be its fifteenth layout of the day.

Sae stared at you, then he looked around the room.

The couch sat a few feet to the left. The coffee table had been rotated. A lamp had somehow ended up across the room. It was a mess, but you were freaking out so he couldn't admit that just yet.

"...What?"

"It doesn't work!" you cried. "None of it works. The couch is too big, the rug washes everything out, and don't even get me started on those stupid pillows."

His gaze drifted to the throw pillows you'd bought together nearly a year ago. "The beige ones?"

"They're awful."

"You picked those," He tried to hide a smirk.

You knew sae wasn’t the clingy type. Most of the times, he existed in his own detached orbit, entirely unbothered by the need for constant physical closeness

He wasn’t the type to just reach out to hold your hand, he didn’t seek out casual affection. He valued his silence, space, and his boundaries. If he allowed you close, it was always entirely on his terms

Which was why afternoons like this felt so rare

He was sitting on the sofa, the low murmur of the TV filling the quiet room. His sharp eyes were locked on the football match, analyzing the plays with his usual, cold precision

You were right beside him, close enough that your shoulders occasionally brushed, but he didn’t move away. He simply let you occupy his space, his arm resting casually along the back of the sofa behind you

Eventually, the final whistle blew, signaling the end of the match. Sae grabbed the remote, tossing it onto the coffee table with a quiet click as the screen went black, and leaned his head against the cushions with a slow, exhausted exhale

You leaned closer to look at him. Without the intense focus of the game, his sharp features looked serene

He hadn’t bothered to style his hair back today, leaving his bangs to rest straight down his forehead. It completely softened the usual intimidating edge of his face, making him look so relaxed and cute it almost made your chest ache

He looked completely unguarded and before you could second guess yourself, you leaned up. Your confidence was nothing compared to his, but you managed to press a soft, brief peck to his lips

Sae didn’t move, he just looked down at you, his heavy gaze locking onto yours. A faint trace of amusement touched the corner of his mouth, a look reserved strictly for you

He tilted his chin down, his face shifting just an inch closer until his breath fanned over your skin

“More” he muttered, the word low, rough and slightly impatient

Your heart skipped a beat. You genuinely hadn’t expected this from him, he wasn’t usually this way, so forward and quietly demanding of your touch

Guided by the quiet command, you leaned in again, your lips meeting his for a second time, slightly more lingering than the first

He didn’t let you pull back far. He trailed after you, closing the distance until his lips were a mere hairswidth from yours, testing your resolve

“Don’t stop” he murmured against your lips, his words sending a quiet shiver down your spine

You closed the tiny gap a third time, your hands instinctively reaching for his shoulders. The ghost of a smile pressed into your lips matching his own

“Again”

The fourth time, his hand slid up to wrap firmly around the back of your neck, his long fingers anchoring you in place

He caught your mouth with his own, turning the distance between you into a slow, heavy, lazy-paced kiss, relaxing against you

For all the walls he kept building up against the world, the way he pulled you flush against his chest betrayed his nature

Even cold as he can be, he still desperately craves the warmth of having you close

thank you for reading ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

someone do this to me fr 🤧

fiancé!sae who never becomes overly affectionate publicly, but always keeps a hand on you somehow. your wrist, your waist, your fingers. subtle touches that quietly remind everyone you’re his.

fiancé!sae who learns your habits without telling you. suddenly your favorite drink is already waiting for you after work, your side of the bed is warmed before you sleep, and your schedule somehow feels easier.

fiancé!sae who shows love through consistency rather than words. he may not constantly say “i love you,” but he’s always there. every single time. without fail.

fiancé!sae who softens most at night. when it’s late, quiet, and just the two of you, he becomes gentler somehow. his voice lowers, his touches linger longer, and he lets himself relax completely. 

fiancé!sae who absolutely stares at you when you’re not looking. not obviously. just quiet little glances while you’re talking, cooking, reading—like he’s memorizing every version of you he gets. 

fiancé!sae whose proposal is private. no crowd, no cameras, no giant speech. just the two of you somewhere meaningful, somewhere quiet enough that he can actually be honest without distractions.

fiancé!sae who rehearses the proposal for weeks because despite how calm he looks, he genuinely wants it to be perfect. he hates uncertainty, but with you? he’s terrified of messing it up. 

fiancé!sae who proposes late at night after a long day together. maybe after dinner, maybe during a quiet walk, but definitely during a moment where you’re relaxed and unsuspecting.

fiancé!sae who goes strangely quiet before proposing. his fingers keep brushing against the ring in his pocket while he debates the exact wording in his head for the hundredth time. 

fiancé!sae who simply looks at you and says, “i don’t want a future without you in it anymore.” and somehow that hits harder than any dramatic declaration ever could.

fiancé!sae who gets visibly nervous waiting for your answer, even if he tries hiding it. you can see it in the way his jaw tightens and how carefully he watches your face.

fiancé!sae who exhales so softly after you say yes, like he’d been holding his breath for months without realizing it. then immediately pulls you into his chest without saying another word. 

fiancé!sae who wears his engagement ring constantly. he twists it absentmindedly during interviews, training, flights—like grounding himself with the reminder that you chose him too. 

fiancé!sae who definitely wants children someday, though he doesn’t admit it immediately. at first he says something vague like, “if it happens, it happens,” while secretly imagining your future family already.

fiancé!sae who becomes quieter whenever he sees you interacting with children. something about you being gentle makes his chest ache in a way he can’t properly explain.

fiancé!sae who would want two children at most. enough for a family that feels full, but small enough that he can devote himself completely to each of them.

fiancé!sae who secretly worries about being a good father because affection doesn’t come naturally to him. he’s terrified his children won’t understand how deeply he loves them. 

fiancé!sae who plans the wedding far more seriously than expected. spreadsheets, schedules, venue research—he approaches it with the same perfectionism he applies to football because this is important to him.

fiancé!sae who pretends not to care about wedding details until you casually mention changing something he already envisioned. suddenly he has opinions. very specific opinions.

fiancé!sae who prefers elegant, intimate weddings over huge extravagant ones. candlelight, soft music, close friends, beautiful scenery—something timeless rather than overwhelming.

fiancé!sae who absolutely freezes seeing you walk down the aisle. not visibly to everyone else, but you notice it immediately. the way his eyes soften and how he forgets breathing for a second.

husband!sae who cannot stop looking at your ring finger after marriage. it genuinely distracts him sometimes because every glance reminds him that you’re really his wife now. 

husband!sae who falls asleep facing you every night, one hand resting somewhere against you without fail, like even in sleep his body searches for yours automatically.

husband!sae who doesn’t love loudly, but loves permanently. completely. in every quiet action, every careful touch, every future plan that somehow always includes you without question.

a/n : lol ts was so rushed this is so booty oml. okey instead of studying im writing this cuz im gonna fail anyways whats the point of trying✌️. also first sae post what do we thinkkk. (also that aiku anon your fic is COMINGGGG i promise bby). tysm for reading, please req stuff, and other than that there’s nothing more to add !!

𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐞, 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐫, 2026. 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐢.

sae wants you to sit on his lap !

you've always denied sae's many offers to sit on his lap. it's not like you didn't want to, you were just afraid of hurting him. what if you were too heavy? or worse.. what if he never asks again.

this time around, sae was not in the mood for any games. he was damn near about to lose his patience after his third time asking. he hadn't seen you all week due to his packed schedule, and yet you still had the nerve to decline him? oh, hell no.

"when i ask you to sit. you sit." he pat his lap, voice stern with authority. fuck. why was that kinda hot? he watches as you give in to his demands and waltz over as he impatiently taps his fingers on the the empty seat beside him. you plop yourself onto his lap.

sae notices the way your feet still touch the ground, and oh boy. he grunts at the realisation that you weren't putting your full body weight on him. you were tense, and it didn't take a genius to tell that you clearly weren't sitting comfortably. if he was annoyed before, you've certainly got on his last nerve now.

"why.." he lifts you up by the waist as if you weighed nothing, adjusting your position until your feet hung above the floor. "..are you so stubborn?" the fact that you were afraid of doing something as simple as sitting on his lap truly bothered him, and he made sure you knew how much it did. "you're fine. quit worrying."

"i missed you, cariño." he slowly whispers into your ear, and your heart races from the way he's holding onto you so tightly—as if you'd vanish if he dare let go. sae had been so indredibly touch-starved, smiling as he saw you melt into his biceps. you finally relax into his touch and he lets out a satisfied hum, leaving wet kisses all over your neck.

"see. that was easy, wasn't it?"

a/n this is kinda ahh but it's just a short drabble whilst i wait for my horny to power up 😋✌️

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