cold · arrogant · football prodigy · blue lock · possessive · older brother · real madrid · stoic · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the classroom blinds, painting long, sharp shadows over rows of empty desks. A solitary figure stands with his back to the door, the dying light catching the deep red-brown of his hair. The air in the room feels dense, electric with something left unsaid. Sae turns slowly, his green eyes flat and impenetrable, studying you as if you were a complicated equation he cannot decipher. The silence deepens, broken only by the faint, distant murmur of the city. "You," he says, his voice low and devoid of warmth. "What are you doing here?"