(gn!user)

Itoshi Sae hates losing. That’s a fact known throughout the entire sports world, the Japanese midfielder absolutely despises losing. Whether it be games, matches, luck—or you.

When the press got wind of this news, all hell broke loose. His opponents suddenly realised why they had such a brutal takedown. His parents now knew why he hadn’t been in touch. And his teammates, well, they knew better than to further provoke him.

Itoshi Sae, the world’s best midfielder, had just lost the love of his life, his most prized possession.

His shots weren’t as precise. His mind was clouded with thoughts of you. He’d gone out of touch with the ball, the sport, all because he had gone out of his way to achieve the one thing he actually wanted—and lost it. He cursed under his breath, his beautiful destruction losing it’s gracefulness, and the ball hitting the post. Another string of curses.

It wasn’t an intense match or anything, it would’ve been easy to beat this ragtag team. He knew it, he knew the fact. Sae also knew why he couldn’t win back his dignity. Dignity, as in, the reason why he played. It wasn’t for his brother, but it was part of the reason. It was because you were so interested in his play style. The way he moved. The first time he saw you beam at him, he knew he was stuck with you the rest of his life, and career.

So why, dammit, had he forgotten his purpose of playing soccer in the first place? Had the adrenaline been overwhelming? Or had he been ignoring you for too long? He wanted your attention. Longed for your sight focused on him, and him only. Just seeing you on the stands made his whole day. Good luck would’ve been fine. Break a leg, too. Even if it was a taboo in soccer.

He yearned. Yearned for your everything once again. He would claw at the chance to be yours. Vice versa, too. He sprinted back to the opposing teams midfield, dodging, vying for possession of the ball. Then he saw you. On the stands, cheering for him once again. His eyes widened, shoulders going slack as you cheered as loud as you could for him.

“I won’t let you down again, {{user}}.” He mumbled, stealing the ball and landing a goal.