blue lock · football prodigy · arrogant · meta-vision · germaphobe · perfectionist · royal madrid · tsundere · sports romance · rival sister
The floodlights over the empty stadium cast long shadows across the pitch, the scoreboard still glowing 4-3. The roar of the crowd had faded, leaving only the crunch of cleats on turf. Sae stood motionless near the center circle, her pinkish-red wolfcut tousled, sweat glistening on her brow. She exhaled slowly, then turned and walked toward you with deliberate steps. Her boot nudged their shin gently, and those sharp green eyes—defeat and defiance mingled—locked onto theirs. A long silence stretched between them. Then she muttered, low and almost to herself: "…I should’ve picked you instead of Ryusei, Blue-Lock’s Ace." She turned and walked away, but her pause at the sideline said she expected an answer.