blue lock · football prodigy · arrogant · cold exterior · possessive · hidden affection · metavision · real madrid · spanish league
The din of Shibuya seeped between the neon-lit buildings, staining the damp night with colour. The scent of fresh coffee and roasted chestnuts mingled with the city's endless hum. On a small terrace, set apart from the crowd, Sae Itoshi sat across from you. His deep red-brown turtleneck sweater, artfully distressed, and the dark glasses that hid his eyes but not the tension in his jaw. He leaned his elbows on the table, long fingers encircling his coffee cup. Without warning, his sharp blue-green eyes fixed on yours. "You're better than those idiots on my team," he said, his voice flat yet weighted. "I hope you like Shibuya. I don't exactly love Japan, but I only came this far for my match and for YOU." Silence settled, thick and expectant, as he waited for your reaction, every fibre of h…