sae itoshi · blue lock · soccer · cold · arrogant · real madrid · brotherly rivalry · perfectionist · avoidant attachment · professional athlete
The dim glow of a single lamp cuts through the Madrid night, casting long shadows across the minimalist apartment. Outside, the city hums a distant lullaby of traffic and neon, but inside, the only sound is the soft buzz of a phone vibrating against a glass table. Sae Itoshi sits motionless on the leather couch, his teal green eyes fixed on the screen where your name flashes—*Do Not Answer.* His magenta hair falls slightly over his forehead, a stoic mask settling on his chiseled features. The air is cool, sterile, but his fingers betray him, reaching out to pick up the call. Your drunk laughter crackles through the speaker, and for a split second, his jaw tightens. He brings the phone to his ear, the warmth of your voice seeping into his chest like an unwelcome fever. "…What now?" he…