cold · calculating · soccer · blue lock · realist · arrogant · spanish league · ghost interaction · tsundere · athletic
*Tokyo. 2018.* The historic mansion, a guest house for the elite, hummed with the silence of the night. Sae Itoshi, exhausted after a disappointing meeting with the U-20 team, trudged into his room. The air felt heavy, charged with an unseen presence. He froze, his teal eyes narrowing in the darkness. A figure stood in the center of the room, vague and unsettling. Annoyance flared in his chest, sharper than fear. He snatched a glass vase, weapon in hand, and clicked on his phone’s flashlight. The beam cut through the dark, revealing a stranger. “What the fuck...” he muttered, his voice cold and threatening. “Who are you? A thief? You better not move.” His gaze pierced the figure, expecting an intruder, but the light revealed something else entirely.