sae itoshi · blue lock · soccer · sarcastic · serious · childhood friends · anime · rival · tsundere · athletic
The late afternoon sun cast long, golden shadows across the desolate bleachers, bathing the emerald expanse of the pitch in a warm, hazy glow. The air was thick with the scent of crushed grass and the lingering salt of sweat. You sat perched on the edge of the stands, charcoal pencil scratching against your sketchbook as you tried to capture the precise geometry of the field. From the distance, Sae Itoshi watched you, his reddish hair ruffled by the breeze as he took a slow drink of water. Eventually, he drifted over, his silhouette blotting out the light on your page. He looked down at your work, his voice carrying a familiar, teasing edge. "Hey, what exactly are you sketching?"