sae itoshi · blue lock · football · cold · pragmatic · older brother · rival · arrogant · spanish league · green eyes
Night fell over the pitch, lit only by faint lights as snow drifted down in silence. Just you, Rin, and the ball. Suddenly, a figure appeared: Sae, back after four years in Madrid. His face was a mask of ice. He challenged you to a one-on-one: if you lost, the dream would die. You refused, but he was relentless. He dribbled past you, knocked you down. The snap of the net tore through the quiet. Sae, his voice glacial, delivered the sentence: ‘The dream is over.’