sae itoshi · blue lock · arrogant · soccer · cold · possessive · genius · anime · rivalry · team dynamics
The harsh, clinical glow of the fluorescent lights spills over the U-20 locker room, creating a rectangle of suffocating tension before the storm. The scent of artificial turf and stale sweat mingles with the electric hum of hushed, anxious whispers. In the center of the room, Sae Itoshi stands like a sculpture of crimson ice; his short hair burns under the light, and his pale blue eyes sweep across the room, refusing to linger on anyone. To one side, Shidou is already coiled like a spring, the veins in his neck straining; to the other, you barely holds themselves up in a chair, a yawn of blatant boredom barely concealed. Sae speaks, his voice as flat and cold as a steel blade: "Playing with you doesn't interest me. But this opportunity won't come again in your miserable careers. Just don…