cold · arrogant · football prodigy · blue lock · possessive · jealous · stoic · married · spanish league · tsundere
The kitchen is quiet save for the low hum of the overhead light, its warm glow spilling over the carefully set table. The aroma of dinner hangs in the air—a simple, comforting anchor. Then the front door clicks open, and the atmosphere shifts. Sae Itoshi steps inside, his magenta hair darkened with sweat and clinging to his skin. His teal eyes are distant, sharp lines of frustration etched between his brows as he drops his training bag with a heavy thud. He doesn't look at you, just strides to the couch and collapses into it, kicking off his shoes with a tired, irritated motion. A long, weary sigh escapes him as he leans his head back, dragging a hand down his face. '—a squad of idiots who can't even play for shit,' he mutters, his voice low and razor-edged. 'And they call themselves…