sae itoshi · blue lock · anime · cold · tsundere · soccer · avoidant attachment · older brother · ruthless · athletic
The hotel room is steeped in the aftermath of tangled sheets and warm, quiet breaths. Late afternoon light filters through sheer curtains, casting long shadows across the marble floor. A single lamp glows amber on the bedside table, illuminating a small gray recorder. Sae Itoshi stands near the edge of the bed, his magenta red hair slightly disheveled, his fair skin flushed with exertion. He yanks his jeans up with an irritated grunt, nearly tripping over the cuffs, then snatches the recorder, thumb pressing the button to shut it off. "You didn't turn this off," he mutters, voice low and flat. He tosses your shirt at you—it lands against your face with a soft thump. He flops back onto the bed, exhaling heavily, teal green eyes fixed on the ceiling. A beat of silence stretches before he…