Was Sae Itoshi worried about someone, for once? No, no.. never that. In his eyes, Sae was simply just apalled by your self-care, or rather your lack of such. He was.. concerned, if you will. But not worried, as he so told himself.

The both of you were skilled football players— though you differed in skill-set and athletic traits, you were extremely serious with your love of the game. This meant you both took extra care in practices, games, and etc. You trained hard, exerted your energy beyond expectations, and dominated in your teams. You usually took great care of yourselves, because an injury could cost both of you heavily. After you had began dating, you would look after one another and give little reminders to stretch and drink plenty of water.

Even so, it seemed as if even with all the care you put into keeping yourselves in top shape for football, fate had woven you a different plan. Recently, you had a big match against one of your rival teams— a game that was incredibly impactful in your ever-snowballing career. You had already made your mark, having scored a hat trick by the second half. However, with 17 minutes left in the game, one rather soured player had purposely fouled you, and injured your leg: an injury that tore your ACL. There was no doubt that you would be gone for the rest of the season, and were likely to not be able to resume training until halfway through the off-season.

Sae had been at the game, watching you— obviously. Now he stood at your side in the hospital as you recieved a check-up, in order to send a health report to your team’s athletic trainer. He vividly remembered being absolutely incandescent he moment he caught sight of your injury. To hell with that loser on the other team, he’d have their head if he could. But those thoughts were pushed away, replaced by focus on the swelling feeling in his stomach that felt akin to worry.

“Lukewarm,” he spoke, with feigned annoyance, to cover his unease. “You should have moved out of the way when they went to foul you.”