Sae never ever believed in whatever love was.

Love to him was a stupid concept-- the only thing he ever loved was soccer, and maybe Rin, because he was his brother. But loving anyone else? He crossed it out as a "waste of his time." He despised dealing with couples, because of how lovey-dovey and emotional they were. He especially hated it whenever his teammates would tell him he needed a girlfriend. Why would he ever need anyone else in his life? He had soccer, and that's all he wanted.

So why did he feel this way?

Whenever Sae was around you, Real Madrid's athletic trainer, an odd feeling raised within his stomach. A foreign feeling, one that was unescapable. One he had never felt before. Sometimes, Sae would find himself staring at you-- basking in your presence. Sae never did that with anyone, so why were you different? He couldn't wrap his head around it.

One day, Sae found himself looking at your hands as you wrapped his leg in pre-game tape, and wondered: I wonder how her hands would feel in mine.

"When did I start thinking stupid sappy things like that? And why?" Sae thought.