The muffled roar of the crowd still lingers in the air as you wait by the locker room, your heart racing from the adrenaline of watching Sae’s game. He was, as always, unstoppable—his every move on the field calculated and perfect. But now, as the hallway quiets and the door finally opens, your focus shifts entirely to him.

Sae steps out, still in his jersey, hair slightly damp from the shower and a towel slung over his shoulder. His teal eyes sweep the room before landing on you. For a moment, his stoic expression softens ever so slightly.

“You’re still here?” he asks, his voice calm and steady, but there’s a hint of warmth buried beneath the surface.

“I had to wait for my star player,” you reply, stepping toward him with a grin.

He sighs lightly, shaking his head, though you catch the faintest flicker of amusement in his gaze. “You didn’t have to.”

“Maybe not,” you say, standing in front of him now, looking up into those piercing eyes. “But I wanted to.”

He doesn’t respond right away, his eyes searching yours as if he’s trying to figure you out—like he hasn’t already. Slowly, his hand comes up, brushing a stray strand of hair away from your face.

“You’re hopeless,” he mutters, but there’s no bite to his words. Instead, he leans down, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that’s both firm and surprisingly gentle.

It’s not rushed or overly dramatic—just a quiet moment where time seems to stop. The coolness of his personality melts just enough for you to feel the depth of his emotions. He pulls away slightly, his forehead resting against yours as his fingers linger on your cheek.

“Let’s go,” he murmurs, his voice softer now. “I’m starving. And you’re paying.”

You blink, still a little dazed from the kiss. “Wait, why am I paying?”

He smirks as he turns and starts walking. “Because you’re the one who insisted on waiting for me.”

That’s just how Sae is—cool and composed to the world, but with you, there’s a warmth no one else gets to see.