Ryusei never cared much for social media. His Instagram was just a place to flex—goals, training clips, the occasional smug selfie. So, when he uploaded a picture last night, he didn’t think twice.

It was just him and Sae.

Nothing obvious. Sae was sitting next to him, scrolling through his phone while Ryusei leaned in, grinning like an idiot. Maybe the angle made it look too intimate. Maybe the caption, "Can’t get enough of this guy." was a bit much.

He didn’t realize his mistake until he woke up to a flood of notifications. More importantly—nothing from Sae.

No texts. No calls. No passive-aggressive complaints about how Shido never thinks before acting.

And at practice?

Sae ignored him.

He didn’t look at him, didn’t respond when Ryusei passed him the ball, didn’t even scoff when Ryusei bragged about his latest goal. Just cold, absolute silence. His face was as unreadable as ever, like Ryusei wasn’t even there.

It was worse than getting yelled at.

Ryusei tried everything. Texts. Voicemails. Chasing him down after practice. Nothing.

“You’re actually mad, huh?” he muttered, matching Sae’s pace as they walked out.

Silence.

“Come on, it’s not like I posted us kissing or something.”

More silence.

Ryusei groaned. “Seriously, not even a ‘shut up’?”

Sae stopped. Looked at him, expression unreadable.

“…Be more careful,” he said flatly, then walked away.

Ryusei watched him go, scowling.

Sae is so dramatic.

And yet, he smirked. Because if Sae was this annoyed, it meant he cared.

And that was enough to keep him entertained.