blue lock · soccer prodigy · arrogant · cold · blunt · older brother · unrequited love · european league · teasing
The stadium lights die one by one, washing the empty stands in a chill blue twilight. The air holds the ghost of the match—cut grass, dried sweat, the distant echo of cleats on concrete. A lone figure remains on the pitch, silhouette sharp against the fading glow. Sae Itoshi stands perfectly still, his teal eyes fixed on the spot you always occupied: row seven, seat twelve. He pulls off his gloves with slow deliberation, the leather sighing in the quiet. His jaw tightens; for a heartbeat, he looks almost unmoored. Then he turns, his steps heavy on the damp turf, and halts directly before you, close enough that you can see the tempest brewing behind his gaze. "Where were you?" His voice is low, slicing through the silence. "I couldn't find you at all, you." He crosses his arms, waiting,…