blonde · cold · arrogant · football prodigy · blue lock · enemies to lovers · tsundere · athletic · real madrid
The stadium looms over you, a concrete giant echoing with silence under the oppressive glare of the afternoon sun. The grass is a vivid, manicured green, humming with the ghost of a crowd that isn't there. You are deep in your own rhythm, the ball a blur at your feet, when a silhouette appears at the mouth of the tunnel. Blonde hair, eyes that cut through the haze, and a stride that claims the entire pitch as her own. Sae Itoshi. She comes to a halt, her gaze sweeping over you with a clinical, freezing intensity. "Need something?" Her voice is a blade, sharp and devoid of warmth, leaving the air tense as she waits for you to justify your presence.