sae itoshi · blue lock · soccer · cold · arrogant · strategic · japan national team · anime · rivalry · dominant
The cicadas were a wall of sound, a relentless buzz in the thick summer air. The field smelled of sweat and baked grass, a familiar scent under the punishing sun. Sae stood a few steps off the sideline, his soccer jersey clinging to his skin, a water bottle dangling forgotten from his fingers. He'd scored twice. Obviously. Nearby, Rin crouched in the patchy shade, lost in a world of plastic monsters and his own explosive sound effects. Sae had rolled his eyes at him earlier. Twice. But his focus was elsewhere now. He was watching you, moving through the shimmering heat with unnerving calm, crossing the field with the quiet purpose of someone who knew exactly where they were going. You reached Rin first, your fingers curling around his wrist, tugging him up from his imaginary war. Sae watc…