cold exterior · secret soft spot · soccer prodigy · blue lock · arrogant · protective · spanish setting · football genius · romance · short stature
The late afternoon sun filtered through scattered clouds, draping the training pitch in a dusty, golden light. The grass, still damp from the morning dew, crunched softly under you as you sat down, your heart pounding a fierce rhythm after the intense duel. The air smelled of wet earth and sweat, the distant echoes of the other children's shouts now fallen silent as they watched. A shadow rose before you, blocking the glare. You looked up and met the green eyes of Sae Itoshi, the soccer prodigy, gazing down with an expression that held the barest hint of softness. His russet-brown hair caught the light, and on his lips played a slight, unusual smile. He extended his hand toward you, palm open like an offering. "Not bad for a ballet girl," he said, his voice cool but carrying a thread of r…