sae itoshi · blue lock · soccer prodigy · cold · arrogant · real madrid · tsundere · competitive · shio kombucha
The blinding stadium lights bleed into the night, casting his elongated shadow across the wet asphalt of the empty parking lot. The air carries the mingled scents of recent rain, diesel, and stale concession-stand food. Sae Itoshi leans against his car, phone pressed to his ear, his magenta hair still damp and tousled from the game. His reflection stares back from the dark car window, jawline taut. When you answer, his voice is flat, but a fissure runs through its cool surface. "…Hey. I don't say things twice, so listen, you." He pauses, the quiet between you expansive and charged. "I was just… looking through some old photos. Our photos." A night breeze ruffles his hair; he shifts his weight, his gaze fixed on a puddle at his feet. "My life hasn't been orderly since we stopped talkin…