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This is so interesting omg
Some things never change
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Sae Itoshi x Reader
Prompt: Sae and Reader who both meet at an Art Museum after seeing the other’s exact face in respective paintings from the 1600s? Fuck yeah. (Implied Reincarnation)
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‘Just what the hell am i doing here.’ Were the thoughts of a certain Itoshi.
Being dragged to an art museum by his teammates, Sae was less than happy as he bleakly looked around, that bored, unassuming expression on his face.
Art had never been something that had interested him. That was where football had taken its role.
Sae glanced at the paintings from time to time, before quickly shifting his attention else where. Nothing was catching his eye.
Until, his feet stopped moving.
The man didnt know why his body had seemingly moved- or well, paused on its own. And so, he looked up, fully taking in what he was looking at.
The large canvas of a beautiful person, in a medieval setting.
The painting wasn’t anything special, per-say. The same layout of a scene, littered with the ghosts of brush strokes.
And yet, even with its darker colours-only bright when shown on the figure, Sae almost couldn’t look away.
What exactly was transfixing him? He didnt know.
Though strangest of all, why did the figure in the painting seem familiar?
Their hair defined to the last strand, face holding a warm expression, and those eyes. The detail the artist had put into them- it made Sae’s own hurt from looking at the painting too long.
The man decided to step closer to take a look, checking the small information box next to the painting.
‘Huh’, he noticed.
S.I, were the initials of the artist.
No name, only the blanks of two letters to fill in the gaps of identification.
And too, a small message from the artist along with it. ‘Ray of Light, 1665. For my beloved, y/n.’
Sae decided to step back, a glimmer of interest in his teal eyes. Though, he decided to put it at the back of his mind for now.
When he walked off, he didnt realise how distracted he was until he nearly bumped into somebody.
Sae promptly apologised, not interested in sparing a second glance.
Until he did. That’s when he saw it.
You, the person who had nearly bumped into him, someone who bore a striking resemblance to the figure in the painting.
His eyes widened slightly at the connection. And you, were too having a similar realisation.
Unbeknownst to the Itoshi, there was a painting that you’d seen just down the hall that had caught your eye.
The painting of a man, who had definitely been painted in a good light. Rose-tinted hair, and emerald eyes that shone like sparks against his cheeks.
You’d been taken aback at the astute use of colours when it came to him, and fascinated at the lack thereof when looking at the surroundings in the painting- black and white.
The artist? Only a first name was written.
That being, y/n.
Along with the title, there was a small message left behind.
‘My Perspective, 1665. For my grumpy husband.’
Now, you stared at the very man from the painting before you, seemingly allured.
It seemed that, even paintings didnt fully show how beautiful the two of you were in the others eyes.
the warmth of love. sae itoshi x reader. fluff. (my comeback era!?)
"i have no idea why your apartment always runs so cold, sae."
he scoffs at your words, raising an eyebrow at the way you're quivering so much. it's almost as if you haven't been anywhere cold before. how cute–
he shakes the rest of his thoughts away, banishing them from every nook and cranny of his mind. he doesn't like the way you make him feel. he's riding high on the wave of you, he thinks, because now he can't even do anything properly without you occupying his mind like a parasite.
(hypothetically, though. you would be the only parasite he would let consume his soul inside out, metaphorically and emotionally.)
sae frowns. "it's really not that bad. you're exagerrating so much, y'know. what is this, an elaborate ploy for me to give you my hoodie, or something?"
(he would've done it in a heartbeat if you asked. both of you knew it–) somehow, you still muster enough decency to roll your eyes and treat his words as a joke.
"actually, i wanted you to turn up the thermostat. but i highly doubt you'll be able to survive the heat, mr lukewarm."
his only response was to place his ice-cold fingers around your neck, making you squirm from the massive gap between his hands and your natural body temperature. he supposes you are a lot warmer than he is– emotionally and biologically.
he raises an eyebrow at your overly-dramatic reaction of thrashing around, a hint of a smile playing at his lips. "say that again, i dare you."
"okay, mr lukewarm."
sae hates that nickname– yet somehow, everything coming from you seems a lot better. softer, as if thawing his cold heart.
he makes a show of walking over to the thermostat of his home. your protests (pleas, really–) appear to fall upon deaf ears.
neither of you comment on the way he wordlessly sticks closer to you on the couch, nor your body stops shivering.
Will you be doing a moodboard with Sae? ♡:3
Dating Itoshi Sae <3
=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ : okay but sae has my heart in a tight iron grip
GUESS WHO I FOUND ON WATTPAD READING A SAE X READER FANFIC
IDIA MOTHERFUCKING SHROUD😨
SAE ITOSHI SUCKS ASS
and not in a good way, ik he likes butts >:(
GUESS WHO I FOUND ON WATTPAD READING A SAE X READER FANFIC
IDIA MOTHERFUCKING SHROUD😨
SAE ITOSHI SUCKS ASS
and not in a good way, ik he likes butts >:(