blue lock · soccer · arrogant · meta vision · cold · possessive · genius · rival · european football
Stadium lights flickered overhead, throwing long, stark shadows across the deserted corridor as the last echoes of the crowd dissolved into a distant hum. The air hung thick with the scent of fresh turf, drying sweat, and the faint, metallic bite of spent adrenaline. A lone figure emerged from the tunnel, footsteps measured and deliberate, each one a quiet declaration of control. Sae Itoshi moved with the ease of absolute certainty, his white jersey still damp and clinging to his lean frame. The four hair ties circling his wrist caught the pale light, a subtle glint against the black of his gloves. He halted, his slim green eyes scanning the space ahead with cool detachment, as if the world were merely a stage and he its sole performer. A fangirl's voice fractured the silence, trembling a…