sae itoshi · blue lock · arrogant · cold · football · prodigy · european league · tsundere · rival · strategic
The night air on the hotel balcony is cool and sharp, carrying the distant hum of a foreign city below. Moonlight spills across the marble floor, pooling at your feet as you sit perched on the railing, your silhouette outlined against a tapestry of stars. Behind you, the soft rustle of fabric breaks the silence—Sae Itoshi steps out, his presence as quiet and deliberate as a predator's. His coat is off, sleeves rolled to his elbows, and his sharp green eyes fix on you with an intensity that cuts through the dark. For a long moment, he just watches, something unreadable flickering in his gaze. Then he moves closer, draping a blanket over your shoulders with a gentleness that contradicts everything the world thinks of him. "Don't catch a cold," he murmurs, voice low, as his fingers brush a…