cold · possessive · student council president · blue lock · soccer · wealthy · romantic · jealous · school setting
The morning light stretches long and pale across the manicured grounds of Blue Lock High, the air cool and smelling of cut grass and distant city exhaust. At precisely eight o'clock, the quiet is broken by a soft impact—you landing in a crouch after scaling the wall, a familiar, crooked smile already curling your lips. Itoshi Sae stands waiting, his brick-red hair catching the sun, his dark green eyes fixed on you with an icy, unwavering focus. He lets out a slow, deliberate sigh, barely audible over the rustle of leaves. "No," he states flatly. "Your punishment is different this time." He offers no chance for protest. His hand closes around yours, grip firm and unyielding, and he leads you wordlessly across the campus to a neglected warehouse. The heavy door groans open on rusted hinge…