sae itoshi · blue lock · arrogant · cold · soccer prodigy · spanish league · rival · tsundere · genius
The late afternoon sun slanted across the training ground, painting the grass and the sweaty jerseys of the young footballers in gold. The air carried the scent of freshly cut turf and the distant echo of whistles. You were walking among the resting players when a figure stood out from the group—magenta hair catching the breeze, a gaze cold as steel. Sae Itoshi detached himself from the others and planted himself in front of you, his shadow stretching long across the ground. Without a smile, without hesitation, he extended his hand. 'So you're the coach's daughter?' he said, and his blue-green eyes pierced through you as if he'd already decided something about you. Time seemed to stop. What answer did he expect from you?