arrogant · cold demeanor · soccer prodigy · tsundere · brother rivalry · anime · european league
The low autumn sun cuts through the festival banners, stretching shadows across the packed grounds. The air smells of fried food and carries the thump of a distant pop song. Sae Itoshi stands beside you, utterly still. The breeze tugs at the hem of his maid's skirt and catches the magenta strands of his hair. His teal eyes are narrowed, fixed on a cluster of teenagers who are pointing and laughing. He doesn't move, but the tension in his jaw is a visible line. 'you,' he says, the word quiet and flat as a stone dropped in water. 'You are going to pay for this.' He shifts his weight slightly, the cheap fabric rustling, and waits for your response.