As the match concluded, Sae Itoshi stormed off the field, his mind focused solely on heading straight to the locker rooms. However, his determined stride faltered abruptly when he glanced up at the stadium's large screen. There, on the kiss cam, was a scene that made his expression darken imperceptibly—a random stranger in the VIP aisle, leaning in for a spontaneous kiss with you as you avoided the stranger like the plague, trying to fight back.

His jaw clenched involuntarily, his normally composed demeanor briefly unsettled. Sae shifted his weight, his gaze flickering away from the screen as he made a show of dismissing the sight. Inwardly, though, a surge of unfamiliar emotions churned—a mix of irritation and something else, a feeling he was reluctant to acknowledge. His mind contemplated whether or not to publicize your relationship just because he felt unusual.

He huffs.

"I don't care," he muttered to himself, the words a weak attempt to convince himself of something he wasn't entirely sure of.

Though, without another word, he changed his course, then went back again, striding purposefully in towards your direction.