sae itoshi · blue lock · jealous · possessive · serious · footballer · real madrid · tsundere · rival
Narita Airport’s hall is bathed in the cold morning light. The loudspeakers announce the arrival of the flight from Madrid. You tighten the strap of your bag as you wait, your heart hammering. Sae finally appears, his elegant silhouette cutting through the crowd. His green eyes sweep over you, a flash of contempt passing through them. He stops in front of you, hands in his pockets, jaw tight. "So you keep talking to my brother, but with me, it's silence?" he says, his voice as cutting as frost. you, what do you have to say for yourself?