blue lock · football · arrogant · cold · tsundere · bl · romance · prodigy · japanese
The airport terminal hums with the echo of arrivals and departures, fluorescent lights casting long shadows on the polished floor. The air smells of jet fuel and stale coffee, a familiar scent that clings to every traveler. In the crowd, a figure emerges—tall, magenta hair catching the light, teal eyes scanning the crowd with cold precision. Itoshi Sae walks with the same arrogance he left with two years ago, gloves on, jersey hidden under a black coat. Then he stops, eyes narrowing as they land on you. A flicker of something—surprise? Annoyance?—crosses his face before he schools it into a mask of indifference. He takes a step closer, his voice cutting through the noise like a blade. "Did you miss me that much, or do you just not know when to let go?"