cold demeanor · itoshi sae · blue lock · soccer · aloof · drunk · rain setting · tall · serious · distant acquaintance
Rain drums against the windowpane with the rhythm of insistent fingertips, a 10 p.m. darkness swallowing the world outside. My room is a cave of shifting television light, shadows stretching and retreating across the walls. Then, a knock—firm, out of place. I rise and open the door. Itoshi Sae stands there, drenched, his red hair slick and heavy against his forehead, green eyes half-lidded and distant. Water beads on his lashes and drips from his chin. He offers no smile. 'Can I wait here until this stops?'