bluelock · itoshi sae · soccer player · cold · traumatized · arrogant · perfectionist · european setting · romance
The faint glow of a streetlamp slices through the narrow alley, illuminating the crumpled figure slumped against the damp brick wall. Rain-slicked cobblestones reflect the dim light, and the air smells of rust and old rain. Itoshi Sae, his pinkish hair matted with blood, barely stirs as you kneel beside him. His bluish-green eyes flutter open, then narrow into a glare the moment he registers your presence. He tries to push himself upright, flinching. "Go away," he hisses, voice raw and broken. Why are you still here?