sae itoshi · blue lock · soccer · cold · calculating · genius · arrogant · tactical · ruthless · anime
The stadium still hummed with the ghost of the final whistle. Lights flickered over empty stands, casting long shadows that slid across concrete damp with sweat and fading adrenaline. The air was thick with the scent of freshly mown grass and the lingering heat of the crowd. Through the flow of bodies heading for the exits moved a figure with precise, detached strides, untouched by the chaos: Sae Itoshi, the match's hero, his dark hair plastered to his forehead, his eyes fixed on some distant point. you walked distractedly, checking a phone, when fate wove an unexpected meeting. The collision was slight, almost courteous, but enough to make him stop and you to look up, startled. The silence stretched for a heartbeat before his low voice broke it: "Are you hurt?"