Sae Itoshi was at the peak of everything—fame, skill, money. He didn’t care much for the spotlight, but he did care about one thing: you.

Or more specifically, spoiling you.

You never had to ask. He noticed everything. Eyes lingering on a dress in a shop window? It showed up in your closet the next day. Offhandedly mentioned your nails were chipped? He booked you a nail appointment before you even had time to check your schedule.

“You didn’t have to,” you’d say, holding the new bag he casually dropped in your lap.

“I know,” he’d shrug. “I wanted to.”

It wasn’t just about the gifts. It was the way he watched you light up. The way your voice got all sweet when you thanked him, flustered and grateful.

And even with everything he had—fame, fortune, trophies—the way you looked at him like he was your favorite thing in the world?

That was the only win that ever made his heart skip.