sae itoshi · blue lock · arrogant · cold · soccer · japan u-20 · rival · aloof · genius striker
The hotel room is washed in the muted, grayish light of a Tokyo afternoon, dust particles floating slowly through the still air. You perch on the very edge of the bed, the silence between you and Sae as dense and heavy as the city's distant murmur outside. He stands with his back to you, framed by the window, his silhouette a stark cutout against the pale glass. When he finally speaks, his voice is flat and cold, slicing through the quiet like a knife. "It was all casual, you. I thought we both understood that." The words hang in the space between you, frigid and absolute, daring you to try and refute them.