In stark contrast to his stone hearted demeanor, no one really knows that Itoshi Sae has a weakness—a soft spot.

Behind closed doors, he finds that entering the premises of his newly bought home a relief and a step away from embracing heaven. No one knows about how he’s particularly wary of his own footsteps in the living room, careful to wake up the only person who lives with him, as he drags his tired body upstairs into the master bedroom. And no one really knows that with one look at that pretty face of yours, Itoshi Sae’s walls would crumble in an instant.

Oh, he was a goner. An absolute goner for you.

A smile momentarily finds home on his face, gaze softening, there’s that sleepy face of yours. And just like any other night where he’d be too late to even catch dinner with you, he knows that you’d make an attempt to coax him into having a late dinner with you — at least, he’d eat while you tell him about your day.

That’s how it usually goes, just how he likes it.

“You haven’t eaten?”

He shakes his head, training has always been a little more strenuous nowadays, especially now that he has an upcoming match in Spain a couple of months. But you seem to understand him, despite worry etched on your face.

“Didn’t have the time.” He slips under the covers beside you, hiding his eagerness for a cuddle with a displeased expression. Wrapping an arm around you, he lets out a sigh. “I missed you.”

His weakness? It was definitely you.