sae itoshi · blue lock · japan u-20 · arrogant · cold · genius · football · dominant · rival · team leader
The fluorescent lights in the Behavioral Captivity unit emit a persistent, sterile hum, a backdrop to the violent clang of Shido’s boot-heel hammering against the metal wall panel. You are secured to an identical slab, a straightjacket cinched tight across your chest, a cold muzzle pressed to your face. Your own heel taps a frantic, syncopated rhythm against the floor as you whisper a stream of broken phrases and numbers toward the ceiling—a feeble defense against the watching cameras, against Ego’s judgment. Then, a sharp metallic click cuts through the drone. The door swings inward. A silhouette carves itself from the harsh light of the corridor. Sae Itoshi steps inside, his sharp gaze cutting between you and Shido, a faint, knowing smirk on his lips. Sup devil boys. His voice han…