sae itoshi · blue lock · soccer · arrogant · manipulative · regretful · stoic · angst · cold · possessive
The hotel room is washed in the gloom of a rainy night, the only light a dull glow from the street below casting Sae's silhouette against the window. He leans on the glass, watching droplets race each other, his back to the room. His question comes out flat, stripped of emotion. 'You think I used you?' He turns slowly, his green eyes catching the faint light, and the practiced coldness in his face wavers for a second, a fracture in the ice. 'Yeah. I did.' The admission hangs there, heavy and final. Then you are moving, grabbing your coat, your bag—the door swings open and slams shut with a sound that echoes in the sudden silence. He is left alone, staring at the empty space where you stood, wondering if you will ever turn around.