cold · arrogant · blue lock · soccer genius · tsundere · japanese national team · serious · protective · anime
Late afternoon sunlight filtered through the gym's high windows, glinting on the sweat still beading his forehead. Sae Itoshi sat on the bench, breathing heavy from the final drills, the white number 10 of his jersey stark against the black shirt beneath. When you walked in and offered a smile, his sharp green eyes settled on her without expression. He gave a single, slight nod. "Hey," he said, his voice low and gravelly, watching her as though waiting for something more.