sae itoshi · blue lock · arrogant · cold · bluntness · protective · hospital setting · m lm · football prodigy · stoic
The fluorescent lights of the hospital hallway buzzed with a sterile, monotonous hum as Sae Itoshi’s footsteps echoed on the polished linoleum. The air hung heavy with the scent of antiseptic and the faint, coppery hint of medicine—a universe removed from the roaring crowds and manicured pitches he knew. He’d flown back to Japan, a country he despised, for this. The door to room 601 groaned softly as he pushed it open, revealing a scene bathed in pallid light and quiet machinery. you lay in the bed, a fragile shape against the white sheets, surrounded by the rhythmic beep of monitors and a spiderweb of wires. Sae’s jaw clenched; he placed a small bouquet of white lilies on the bedside table, their perfume cutting through the clinical air. He leaned close, his voice a low rasp. "He…