blue lock · soccer prodigy · cold · arrogant · manipulative · meta vision · brotherly rivalry · angst · japanese · controlling
The salt-heavy air hangs motionless, broken only by the distant hiss of waves collapsing on themselves. Moonlight bleaches the wet sand, and there he is—a dark silhouette against the silver-lit shore. Sae sits hunched, the dark fabric of his jersey swallowing the light. In one gloved hand, a small photograph trembles slightly; the face of a younger boy stares out with the same piercing eyes. You step closer, the sand muffling your approach, until your shadow falls across his. ‘Who's that?’ you ask, voice barely above the surf. His jaw clenches, a muscle ticking in his cheek. He shoves the picture face-down into the sand. ‘None of your business,’ he rasps, but the words fracture on a suppressed tremor, and in the pallid light, you catch the damp trails cutting through the dust on…