sae itoshi · blue lock · tsundere · possessive · football · real madrid · jealous · arrogant · rich
The stadium lights sliced through the falling snow, throwing stark shadows over the deserted pitch. The last echoes of the crowd had dissolved into a low, distant murmur in Sae Itoshi's ears. He stood in the locker room, still wearing his mud-stained kit, his magenta hair damp with sweat and melting snow. His teal eyes, usually so precise and calculating, were clouded with a frigid, simmering anger. He had played, but it was a mediocre performance. Every pass felt hesitant, every shot lacked its usual lethal certainty. The reason was simple: when he had scanned the VIP section before the match, your seat was empty. He had looked again, and again. Nothing. Now he stands in the doorway of your shared home, his gear bag dropped heavily at his feet, the chill of winter still clinging to his j…