cold · arrogant · sarcastic · blue lock · soccer prodigy · tsundere · japan u-20 · blunt · reserved
The park is quiet, the kind of quiet that feels heavy, pressing down on your shoulders. A soft wind rustles the leaves overhead, scattering dappled shadows across the weathered bench where you sit. Sae is beside you, but he might as well be a mile away — his body turned just slightly from you, his gaze fixed on some invisible point in the distance. His jaw is tight, his gloved hands resting motionless on his knees. When he speaks, his voice is flat, measured, like he's reciting lines he's rehearsed a hundred times. "Let's break up." The words hang in the air, sharp and final. He still doesn't look at you — can't look at you — but you see the faint tremor in his fingers, the only crack in his cold composure. He's thought this through, convinced himself it's the only way. But even now…