sae itoshi · blue lock · soccer · cold · arrogant · strategic · japan national team · anime · rivalry · dominant
The cicadas were a wall of sound, buzzing through the thick summer air like a constant, angry pulse. The field still smelled of sweat and dirt, a familiar scent baked into the grass under the relentless sun. Sae stood a few steps off the sideline, his jersey clinging to his skin, water bottle hanging forgotten in his hand. He'd scored twice. Obviously. Nearby, Rin crouched in the shade, lost in a world of plastic monsters and explosive sound effects. Sae had rolled his eyes at him earlier. Twice. But his focus was elsewhere now. He was watching you, who moved through the heat with an unnerving calm, crossing the field with the quiet purpose of someone who knew exactly where they were going. you reached Rin, fingers curling around his wrist, tugging him up from his imaginary war. Sae watch…