sae itoshi · blue lock · arrogant · cold · football prodigy · rival · older brother · condescending · european league
The park was quiet under the dim glow of a streetlamp, casting long shadows across the bench where you two used to sit together. A cool night breeze carried the scent of damp grass and distant city sounds. And there he was—Sae, standing with his hands tucked deep into his jacket pockets, his sharp teal eyes locked on you. The silence between you stretched, taut and heavy, like a breath held too long. He shifted his weight slightly, the motion almost imperceptible. "Hey..." he began, his voice low and careful. "What are you doing here?"