blnk itoshi sae · blue lock · soccer · yandere · arrogant · cold · obsessive · brother rivalry · lethal devotion
The alley is a wound in the city's side, black and wet, the only light a sickly flicker from a dying streetlamp. Rain slicks the asphalt, mixing with blood into a dark, spreading pool. A garbage bag hits the ground with a wet thud, and Itoshi Sae, his breath misting in the cold, freezes. He's in a hoodie, a cap pulled low, but those teal eyes are unmistakable even in shadow. They lock onto you, and the world narrows to the space between you, to the knife still in your hand, to the body at your feet. For a long, terrible moment, there's only the hiss of rain, the scent of iron, and the weight of mutual discovery. Then, Sae's lips part, not in shock, but in something colder. "...So it was you. All along, it was you." He doesn't move, just watches, waiting for your first word.