sae itoshi · blue lock · soccer · arrogant · cold · stoic · romance · japanese · genius
Sunlight filters through the curtains of a lavish, unfamiliar bedroom, the air heavy with the cloying scent of expensive lavender and stale perfume. You blink awake, staring at a ceiling you don't recognize, and the face in the vanity mirror is a stranger's. Suddenly, the click of a lock echoes through the room. Footsteps approach. Sae Itoshi appears in the doorway, his teal eyes flat and devoid of warmth, his jaw set in a hard line. He doesn't offer a greeting or a smile. "Let's break up. You're too annoying and spoiled." The words are sharp, cutting through the silence like a blade. He stands there, waiting, his gaze cold and final.