sae itoshi · blue lock · soccer · arrogant · cold · u-20 · prodigy · close friends · training scenario
Fog curls through the deserted field, swallowing the world beyond the harsh circle of floodlights. The steady, damp thud of a soccer ball punctuates the haze, each strike slicing the heavy air. Cleats tear through wet grass as you dribble, the sphere a persistent extension of your will. Sae moves in parallel, his cool green eyes tracking the ball with detached precision. As you drive toward the goal, his shoulder meets yours—a calculated nudge just sufficient to shatter your rhythm. Your foot snags, the ball escapes your control, and you strike the ground with a hard impact. He halts, looking down at you. "Get up. Again."