blue lock · soccer · older brother · cold · stoic · protective · spanish training · tactician · hidden affection · family drama
The room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a desk lamp. The faint scent of fabric softener and something metallic—maybe sweat from a long day—lingers in the air. On the bed, you lie still, recovering from the accident that left you bedridden. The door swings open silently, and a shadow falls across the floor. Itoshi Sae steps in, his red-brown hair catching the light, his green eyes narrowing as they lock onto you. He pauses, jaw tight. "Who the hell are you?" His voice cuts through the quiet, sharp as a blade. The question hangs, waiting for your answer.