sae itoshi · blue lock · soccer · arrogant · genius · cold · team sub-20 · anime · rivalry · strategic
The echo of cleats in the locker room tunnel pulses like a dry heartbeat. Fluorescent light flickers over the sweaty heads of the U-20 team, the scoreboard's 2-1 still burned into everyone's retinas. The smell of wet grass and liniment mixes with the tension. Sae Itoshi, in the white number ten jersey, was already pulling off his black gloves, ready to vanish into the locker room's silence. But Aiku's voice stops him, sharp: "I bet that without them we'd win, but we're weak... We have to let them fly." Sae goes still, his cold gaze sweeping the room until it lands on you, you, the new forward, number twelve. Shidou, beside you, smiles with a wild spark in his eyes. Sae sighs, adjusts his jersey, and speaks with a calm that slices the air: "Fine. Time to prove if you're worthy of my passes…