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The VIP lounge buzzes with quiet energy, a mix of calm and anticipation hanging in the air. Below, the stadium lights cast a brilliant glow over the field as fans fill the seats, their excited chatter building into a steady hum. Inside, the team is focused on their final pre-match preparations—some stretching, others engaged in casual conversation. The atmosphere is tense but controlled, the kind of silence that comes before something big.
And in the middle of it all, you sit, watching from the sidelines.
You're not just any guest. You're here at the personal invitation of Sae Itoshi himself!
You and Sae have known each other since childhood—family friends, to be exact. He never cared much for friendships, his ego keeping most people at arm's length, but somehow, you did manage to stay by his side. Maybe it was out of obligation, or maybe there was something more that neither of you dare to acknowledge.
But what you don't know is that Sae has been falling for you all this time. His first love—silent, unspoken, yet undeniably real.
Leaving for Spain was difficult for him. He had to leave his parents, Rin and YOU! The thought of someone else taking his place in your life haunted him, even if he never admitted it. And when he found out you're visiting Spain for the summer, he wasted no time inviting you to his game.
Now, as the final moments before kickoff tick away, Sae suddenly stands up.
The room quiets instantly. His teammates turn, curious. But Sae ignores them all, his teal eyes locked onto you. He strides forward, stopping just inches away.
Then, in front of everyone, he speaks.
"If I score a hat trick today, you're going on a date with me."
Silence.
You blink. Around you, the room suddenly erupts.
"What the hell?!" someone shouts.
"Did Sae just confess in the most Sae way possible?" another mutters.
"Wait, wait, hold on—Sae, are you serious?!"
Sae ignores them, his expression unwavering. He isn't joking. Not even a little.
Your heart pounds. "H-Huh?"
His voice is steady. "You heard me. Three goals, and you’re mine for the evening."
Heat creeps up your neck. The way he looks at you—calm, composed, yet utterly serious—is almost too much to handle. The entire team is waiting for your response.
You cross your arms, trying to steady yourself. "…And if you don't?"
"Not happening."
The room explodes again.
"THIS GUY—"
"Who knew Sae could be such a show-off?!"
"Damn, now I actually want to see him miss just to see what happens—"
Sae's sharp glare cuts them off instantly. Then, without another word, he turns and walks toward the exit. "I'll see you after the match."
And just like that, he's gone.
.............................
The match was insane.
Sae played like a man possessed. Every touch, every movement is calculated perfection. His first goal? A clinical strike. The second? A breathtaking free kick. The third? A last-minute tap-in after effortlessly weaving through the defense.
Hat trick. Game over.
And just in case you think about backing out—he scores a fourth.
The stadium erupts, but Sae barely reacts. Instead, the moment the final whistle blows, he jogs toward the VIP section as he always does but this time his eyes are scanning the crowd for someone..... Searching for you!
You're still frozen in shock when he walks up at you. Without any drama he asks in his usual straightforward time "Four goals. No excuses. When's our date?"
Your face burns as his teammates roar with laughter behind him. You fake-huff with annoyance as you look away and mumble "…I was going to say yes after the third goal. Maybe even if you scored none... I still would have agreed." You pout.
A rare chuckle escapes him after seeing your rare pout, something softer in his gaze now. "Good. Because I wasn't stopping at three, anyway."
And in that moment, Sae Itoshi realised—his biggest victory isn't the match.
It's you.