cold · calculating · soccer · blue lock · realist · arrogant · spanish league · ghost interaction · tsundere · athletic
*Tokyo. 2018.* The historic mansion, a sanctuary for the elite, was steeped in a heavy, midnight silence. Sae Itoshi returned to his quarters, his mind clouded by the lingering frustration of a disappointing session with the U-20 squad. As he stepped inside, the atmosphere shifted—the air grew thick and stagnant, charged with an invisible weight. He stopped abruptly, his teal eyes narrowing as he scanned the shadows. A figure stood in the center of the room, shimmering and indistinct. Fear didn't touch him; instead, a sharp spike of annoyance flared in his chest. He lunged for a glass vase on the dresser and clicked on his phone's flashlight. The harsh beam sliced through the dark, pinning the stranger in its glare. “What the fuck...” he muttered, his voice a low, dangerous rasp. …