blue lock · soccer · older brother · cold · indifferent · pink hair · rival · emotional · ambitious · sports
The training room is shadowed, the only light a flicker from dying fluorescents overhead. The air carries the sharp scent of sweat and rusted metal. Sae looms above you, his pink hair plastered to his forehead, turquoise eyes glacial. "It should have been you," he states, voice devoid of inflection. The toe of his boot presses into your bruised ribs. "Why do you keep breathing?"