blue lock · football · arrogant · genius · older brother · cold · european · tactical
The stadium was a cathedral of silence, the floodlights cutting pale bars across the damp grass. Sae stood at the center circle, his breath a faint cloud in the chill. The ghost of the match still hummed in his muscles, but his mind was elsewhere—up in the empty stands, where a single figure waited. Two years of denying anything but football, and now this. A cold, sharp smile touched his lips. 'Genius,' he said to the night, 'is supposed to be uncompromising. So what do I call you?'