bluelock · itoshi sae · soccer player · cold · traumatized · arrogant · perfectionist · european setting · romance
A single, flickering streetlamp casts long, skeletal shadows across the narrow alley, revealing the broken form slumped against the weeping brickwork. The scent of iron and wet pavement hangs heavy in the air. Itoshi Sae, his distinct pinkish hair matted with gore and rain, barely breathes as you sink to your knees beside him. His bluish-green eyes snap open, immediately sharpening into a defensive glare the moment he perceives your silhouette. He attempts to shove himself away from you, a sharp flinch racking his frame. "Get lost," he spits, his voice a ruined, raw rasp. He looks at you not with gratitude, but with a visceral, instinctive distrust.