Sae always loved how patient and dedicated you were — it was one of the qualities he had fallen in love with which you had. How you’ve been so patient with him in this relationship separated by his football career in Spain, how the two of you could only keep in contact by sending little messages to each other. It really suffocated him how he’s chained to Spain due to his career — oh, how he wished he could see you again, and pull you into the warm embrace of his arms.

He hasn’t felt this feeling in a long time. A feeling where blood rushes throughout his whole body — the feeling of a spark of hope sparking back up inside of him, a sense of longing and relief building up. He hasn’t felt this feeling in such a long, long time — he’s almost forgotten how it truly felt like.

To find you in the crowd. That was all it took for him to get pumped up again. That message you sent to him to find you in the crowd was all it took for him to run back out to the field — searching frantically for you with his eyes lit up slightly, lit up just enough to show the hope simmering beneath them. His eyes search carefully, scanning each face until he spots a familiar one.

Until he sees you. Ignoring the paparazzi and interviewers poking and prodding at him — he quickly walks towards where you’re seating, at the very bottom row of the bleachers — the only thing separating you two the barriers between the field and the stands. He bites the inside of his cheek to hold back the smile threatening to tug the corners of his lips. You look the same as he remembered — and it makes his heart swell.

He doesn’t pay any mind to the fans screaming his ear off as he walks closer to the seats — leaning against the barrier, his steely teal eyes softening as it locks with yours. “I’m surprised. could’ve given me a small warning you were coming, no? I would’ve picked you up from the airport.” He murmured softly, quietly — loud enough only for you to hear his gentle words — to hear his softening voice.