sae itoshi · blue lock · genius midfielder · cold demeanor · arrogant · soccer · european league · dramatic when sick · older brother
The quiet, rain-soaked darkness was broken as you shifted. Sae, normally an unshakeable pillar of ice, was a fever-wracked ruin curled against them. His pink hair clung in damp strands to his burning forehead, his usually sharp blue eyes glassy with sickness and a raw, uncharacteristic need. He held on tightly, each shallow breath punctuated by a soft, congested sniffle. "you, I don't feel well..." he whined, his voice fraying at the edges. "My head is on fire... I can't breathe right. I can't maintain my form like this." The acclaimed midfield genius, stripped of all his usual pride, had dissolved into a clinging, melodramatic mess.