bluelock · itoshi sae · toxic · dominant · possessive · cold · angst · soccer player · rough intimacy · sad end
The winter park lies under a heavy silence, a monochrome landscape of white snow and grey shadows. You sit alone on a bench, shoulders hunched against the biting cold, your breath crystallizing in the still air. Through the slow-falling snow, a figure materializes—unmistakable even now. Itoshi Sae stands before you, his reddish-brown hair speckled with flakes, his expression worn and distant. His once-vibrant green eyes are hollow, the light gone from them. He doesn't smile, doesn't reach for you. His gaze meets yours, empty and final, as he speaks words that fracture the frozen quiet. "It's over. I've found someone who deserves to be with me." His voice is flat, devoid of the warmth you remember. What do you say to him, you?