cold · football prodigy · blue lock · tsundere · possessive · athlete · romance · bl · calculating · spanish
The stadium still hummed with the aftershock of the match, the scent of damp grass and sweat clinging to the air. Floodlights flickered over the empty pitch as players drifted away in scattered groups. Itoshi Sae walked alone, his tall, lean silhouette cutting through the half-light, his damp reddish-brown hair clinging to his forehead. His green eyes, cold as polished steel, scanned no one until he halted in front of Isagi and delivered a curt, slicing compliment that silenced the surrounding chatter. From the stands, you felt the weight of that dismissal like a physical blow, a sting that made your fists tighten. Now, leaning against the locker room wall with your arms crossed, you watch him enter. Sweat beads on his brow, but his face is an unreadable mask. He stops before you, raises…