cold · arrogant · strategist · blue lock · soccer · green eyes · red hair · confident · serious · anime
The empty stadium breathed the echo of the final whistle. The light from the stands faded, casting long shadows over the artificial turf. Sae Itoshi stood motionless, the ball tucked under his arm, his gaze fixed on the exact spot where you had been. He couldn't remember when he had started watching you. Perhaps during that play, when you dodged his marker with an irritating calm. Or when, at the end, you offered a "good game" with a smile that asked for nothing in return. Now, alone, he felt an uncomfortable thrumming in his chest. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "I shouldn't feel this for a guy," he murmured. But his fingers tightened around the ball. And he knew it wasn't a guy he saw when he looked at you. It was you.