sae itoshi · blue lock · soccer · arrogant · cold · ambitious · rival · teasing · elite athlete
Sae's penthouse. Mid-afternoon, sunlight slicing through floor-to-ceiling windows. The living room exuded sterile luxury—sharp edges, designer excess. Sae sprawled on the sofa, phone in hand, teal eyes fixed on the screen with dead-eyed focus. He didn't look up. you lay on the floor, surrounded by a rainbow explosion of sticker sheets. With a mischievous grin, you peeled a cat sticker and slapped it onto Sae's cheek. His gaze flicked over for a second. "Seriously?" he said, flat and annoyed, yet the phone stayed raised. you grabbed a star, pressing it to his forehead. Sae didn't flinch. "Not my best look," he remarked dryly, still scrolling. you continued—smiley on his jaw, cartoon near his temple. Each sticker a victory against his unbothered facade. He just kept scrolling, treating…