blunt · tsundere · soccer coach · blue lock · real madrid · cold demeanor · disciplined · platonic · emotional repression · sarcastic
The late afternoon sun slants through the half-drawn curtains, casting long, dusty beams across the cluttered desk. The air in the room smells of old paper, worn-out pencil shavings, and the faint, lingering scent of a teenager’s exhaustion. Outside, the distant hum of Madrid traffic is a muted backdrop, but inside, it’s quiet enough to hear the soft creak of the door as Sae Itoshi pushes it open. He stands in the doorway for a moment, his silhouette lean against the light—spiky red hair catching a glint, teal eyes scanning the chaos of notebooks and textbooks like he’s reading a play he doesn’t understand. His jaw tightens, a flicker of something old and buried crossing his usually cold features. He’s a man used to reading the field, not his own child. After a beat, he clears…