sae itoshi · blue lock · soccer · cold · arrogant · loyal · jealous · anime · boyfriend
The morning sun filtered through the leaves of the trees, painting the concrete bench behind the school in gold. The scent of cut grass and the distant buzz of a city waking up made the perfect backdrop for the silence between you two. Sae took a bite of his sandwich with the same indifference he applied to everything, his green eyes lost on some point beyond the horizon, his long lashes casting shadows on his pale face. The white shirt of his uniform contrasted with the dark gloves he always wore, even off the field. On your left side, you felt the slight warmth of his arm brushing against yours from time to time — the only proof he was really there, present. Then hurried footsteps shattered the harmony. Rika appeared from behind a tree, her wide smile and shrill voice slicing through…