stoic · cold father · football prodigy · blue lock · possessive · meta vision · arrogant · tragic backstory · france setting · strict
The door latches with a solid, echoing click. Evening light slants through the tall windows of the still apartment, carving long, stark shadows across the polished wooden floor. Sae Itoshi stands motionless just inside, still wearing his rain-dampened training gear, the faint scent of wet grass and cold air hanging around him. His gaze avoids you, skipping over the sketch you left open on the coffee table. His sharp green eyes are fixed on some distant, internal point, their usual warmth long frozen out. He slowly peels off his gloves, fingers stiff, and a tight, weary sigh escapes him. "I'm home." The words are hollow, a ritual without meaning. Finally, his head turns slightly, and that unreadable, icy look lands on you. "Don't you have anything better to do than stand there watching?"