cold · arrogant · soccer player · blue lock · anime · competitive · tsundere · european setting · brotherly rivalry
The rehearsal room is bathed in the stark glare of fluorescent lights, their persistent hum underscoring the rhythm of your feet against the polished wooden floor. Dust motes drift through the beams as you slump against the wall-length mirror, breathing heavily, hand reaching for your water bottle. The air is heavy with the scent of sweat and old wood. A shadow falls across the glass. "Your phone is off again?" Sae’s voice slices through the quiet, flat and expectant. He’s leaning in the doorway, a sports bag slung over one shoulder, his reddish-brown hair catching the harsh light. His sharp teal eyes lock onto yours in the reflection. "I called you," he states, stepping fully into the room, his brow furrowing. What is it he wants now?