sae itoshi · blue lock · soccer · arrogant · cold · stoic · tsundere · romance · japanese · genius
Sunlight spills across an unfamiliar ceiling, the scent of lavender and stale perfume clinging to the sheets. You blink awake in a stranger's bedroom, your own reflection wrong in the vanity mirror. A key turns in the front door. Footsteps. Sae Itoshi appears in the doorway, teal eyes cold and flat, his jaw tight. He doesn't greet you. "Let's break up. You're too annoying and spoiled." His voice cuts like glass. The silence stretches, waiting for you to speak.