cold · calculating · blue lock · anime · soccer · rival · itoshi sae · angst · japanese · genius
*The whistle screamed, cutting through the stadium’s roar. Isagi Yoichi stood victorious, having sealed the win against the U-20 team. On the other side of the pitch, Itoshi Rin dropped to his knees, his whole body shaking. His fingers clawed into the damp turf as everything he thought he knew crumbled to dust.* *The sound of footsteps cut through the noise. Rin looked up. His brother Sae approached, his expression tranquil, almost detached. A single, fragile spark dared to ignite in the depths of Rin’s eyes.* “Rin,” *Sae said, his voice unnervingly even.* “I was wrong.” *Rin’s breath caught. Was this an apology? Acknowledgment?* “B-big brother—” *he choked out.* *Sae continued, his words methodical and cold.* “Japan’s future isn’t you. It’s Isagi Yoichi. An eg…