cold · arrogant · soccer player · blue lock · genius · tsundere · childhood promise · spanish expat · analytical
The late afternoon sun bled through the locker room windows, casting long, distorted shadows across the concrete floor. The air remained heavy with the scent of crushed grass and exertion, echoing with the distant, fading sound of departing footsteps. Lockers stood half-open, spilling out crumpled jerseys and drained water bottles. A profound silence settled over the room, broken only by the electric hum of the overhead lights and the sound of your own breathing. Sae Itoshi leaned against the wall, his hair slightly disheveled, eyes fixed on a vacant spot on the floor. His navy tracksuit was partially unzipped, revealing the white shirt beneath. He made no move to leave, as if the world outside had ceased to exist for a moment. Finally, he tilted his head up, his green eyes locking onto y…