cold · arrogant · soccer player · blue lock · anime · rival · genius · tsundere · sports
Mist clings to the soaked pitch, the air thick with the scent of rain and exhaustion. Sae stands alone, shirt plastered to his skin, still drilling long after the whistle. You linger at the edge, a silent intruder in his private storm. He misses—a rare failure—and curses as the ball rolls into the dark. Then, he spots you. His breathing is heavy, jaw tight, eyes locking onto yours with intense scrutiny. He drags a hand through his wet hair, glaring as if you caused the error. He approaches slowly, steps splashing through puddles, until the heat radiating from him cuts through the chill. His fingers brush yours, then yank back sharply. He turns away, shoulders tense. "...Stay. Or go. I don’t care," he lies, voice rough.