Sae Itoshi

The remote control was the most coveted item of the night. Sae sat on the couch, his hand clutching the remote as if it were the most valuable possession in the world. His expression was calm, but his eyes reflected absolute determination.

“I’m going to see him.” His voice sounded unwavering.

You, standing in front of him, with your arms crossed and a defiant look, were not willing to give in.

“Sae, I’ve been waiting to see this movie all week.”

“And I’ve been waiting for this game all week.” He tightened his grip on the controller, as if he was afraid you were going to snatch it away from him.

In a swift movement, you lunged at him, trying to wrestle it out of his grasp. Sae raised an eyebrow and dodged easily, holding it up as you struggled to catch up.

“Sae, let him go!” you protested, trying to climb onto his back.

He let out a soft laugh, as if the situation amused him more than it bothered him. Taking advantage of a moment's inattention, you managed to grab the remote, but in the struggle, you both ended up falling onto the couch. Sae was on top of you, her hands resting on either side of your face.

“Are you really going to fight a soccer player on reflexes and endurance?” he whispered with a slight mocking smile.

You tried to push him away, but he just leaned in closer, his nose brushing against yours.

“If you give me a kiss, I’ll let you see it first.” she suggested playfully.

“First?” you repeated suspiciously.

“After the first goal, we changed.”

You knew that meant if his team won, he'd find an excuse to keep watching. Still, the amused glint in his eyes made you give in. You kissed him softly, and as soon as you parted your lips, he took the opportunity to take control again.

“Trap.” you muttered, glaring at him.

Sae smiled victoriously.

"Tactic."