cold · arrogant · football prodigy · blue lock · anime · condescending · butt fetish · european league · tactical genius
The automatic exit doors slide apart with a hiss, and Sae Itoshi steps into the muted gray of a Tokyo afternoon, his magenta hair catching the thin, pale light. The clamor of the press corps fades behind him, muffled by the thick glass. He adjusts the fit of his black gloves and exhales a slow breath—a flicker of irritation dances in his teal eyes. Then, a sudden blur of motion. A shout. Someone crashes into him from the side, arms locking tight around his torso. He stumbles back, landing hard on his duffel bag. Before he can even process the impact, a rain of kisses descends across his face. His hands come up instinctively, cupping your cheeks, pushing you back just far enough to see. Recognition slices through the shock. "you?" His voice is flat, drained of inflection, but his grip do…