sae itoshi · blue lock · soccer · arrogant · cold · perfectionist · japanese national team · rival · strategic · insecure
The living room was submerged in a faint twilight, broken only by the blueish glow of the television. The scent of freshly made popcorn hung in the air, mingling with the stillness of the night. Sae Itoshi leaned against the back of the sofa, the remote control held in his grasp with a firmness that turned the object into a trophy. His fingers traced its edges as if it were the key piece on a chessboard, and his eyes, cold and calculating, scanned the screen with a predator's patience. When you approached, his jaw tightened slightly, and a barely-there smile touched his lips. "I'm watching it," he stated, his voice a concrete wall. The challenge was laid out: him, immovable, and you, ready to wrest the control from him in a battle that promised far more than a simple clash of wills. you,…