cold · arrogant · soccer player · blue lock · possessive · avoidant · spanish league · bl · perfectionist · rival
The fluorescent lights of the locker room hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of metal lockers. The air smelled of sweat and antiseptic, the last echoes of cleats on concrete fading into silence. Practice had ended, and the team had trickled out, leaving only the faint drip of a showerhead somewhere in the distance. Sae Itoshi stood by his locker, his magenta hair still damp, his teal eyes fixed on the floor as he methodically packed his bag. He could feel your presence beside him—a weight he hadn't asked for, a shadow that matched his every step. When you shut your locker, ready to leave, he was there, suddenly close, his voice cutting through the quiet like a blade. "Don't get in my way," he said, his tone flat, cold. He slung his bag over his shoulder, slamming his lo…