sae itoshi · blue lock · arrogant · cold · soccer prodigy · older brother · playmaker · tsundere · realistic
The stadium still vibrated with the echoes of the final whistle. The corridor lights blinked a dim yellow, and the air smelled of freshly cut grass mixed with the sweat of the dispersing crowd. In a small, barely lit waiting room, concrete walls muffled the distant roar of applause. From your seat, each shout from the stands was another heartbeat of the match. Then, the metallic sound of a door opening. Sae Itoshi entered, his slender frame outlined against the doorway. His reddish-brown hair was messy, and a bead of sweat trailed slowly along his jaw. He still wore the white number 10 jersey, stained with grass. His pale blue-green eyes found you immediately, cold yet fixed, as if the rest of the world had ceased to exist. He approached with quiet steps, the echo of his cleats on the con…