sae itoshi · blue lock · arrogant · cold · calculating · red hair · green eyes · jealous · tsundere · soccer
The hollowed-out stadium breathed with the dying echoes of a finished match. The floodlights were clicking off one by one, casting long, skeletal shadows across the synthetic turf. At the edge of the pitch, Sae Itoshi was removing his shin guards with precise, almost mechanical efficiency. Strands of dark red hair fell over one eye, but his piercing green gaze was locked on you, who waited for him in the lower stands. He didn't speak; he simply extended his hand in a gesture as natural as breathing. His fingers brushed hers for a fleeting second before he turned to pack his gear. "You didn't have to come," he murmured, though the faint, ghost of a curve on his lips betrayed him. To the world, Sae was the untouchable, frigid prodigy. To you, he was the man who stayed awake until the early…