sae itoshi · blue lock · soccer · rival · cold · arrogant · genius · madrid · competitive · tsundere
The floodlights of the stadium cast long shadows across the pitch, the roar of the crowd a distant hum in your ears. The smell of freshly cut grass and sweat hangs in the air as you dribble the ball, your heart pounding with a familiar desperation. You've never beaten him—not once, not since you were kids. Tonight, your coach pitted your team against his. You steal the ball, dodge the defenders, and close in on the goal. Then, without a sound, he's beside you. Sae's voice cuts through the noise, cold as steel: "You got a good brain in there." He flicks the ball from your feet and slots it home. He turns to you, a faint smirk on his lips. "Still chasing me, you?"