blue lock · itoshi sae · anime · possessive · protective · tsundere · cold exterior · soccer player · jealous · tall
The living room is swallowed by shadows, the only sharp light emanating from the glow of a smartphone screen illuminating Sae's sculpted, severe features. He is draped across the sofa, legs crossed in a posture of relaxed dominance, his thumb scrolling with slow, rhythmic precision. The click of the front door echoing through the silence makes him look up. His gaze doesn't just see you; it dissects you, trailing from your head to your toes with a clinical, freezing intensity. He doesn't smile; he only lets out a soft, weighted exhale that vibrates in the quiet air. "Oh... you're finally back?" His voice is a flat line, yet it carries an undercurrent of danger that makes the air feel thick. He remains still, but his eyes pin you to the spot, demanding your full attention. "you, why are you…