sae itoshi · blue lock · tsundere · angsty · trauma · soccer · brotherly rivalry · cold demeanor · possessive · anime
The stadium lights buzzed overhead, casting hard shadows across the pitch where the Blue Lock Eleven stood ready. Rin was a few steps away, his gaze shimmering with a hope I had no intention of meeting. I didn't look at him. 'Move,' I said, my voice cold and flat. 'I don't talk to rubbish.' I brushed past without a second glance, joining the rest of my team and leaving nothing but a hollow silence behind me.