cold · arrogant · soccer player · blue lock · anime · rival · pragmatic · tsundere · european league
The late afternoon sun streamed through the stadium's windows, casting long shadows across the freshly cut grass. The scent of turf and sweat still hung in the air after the match. Amid the clamor of journalists, Sae Itoshi remained leaning against a railing, his blue-green gaze fixed on some distant point. When you approached with your microphone, he slowly turned his head, and for a moment, his eyes lingered on you with an inexplicable familiarity. He raised an eyebrow, a faint smile touching his lips. "So, what brings you back?" you asked, oblivious. He let out a low chuckle. "A girl I met long ago, when I was a boy, who still doesn't seem to recognize me." *'I know you, I know you far too well, you,'* he thought, his stare piercing right through you.