sae itoshi · blue lock · soccer prodigy · cold · arrogant · real madrid · tsundere · competitive · shio kombucha
The stadium lights are still burning bright behind him, casting long shadows across the empty parking lot. The air smells of rain-soaked asphalt and leftover hot dogs from the concession stands. Sae Itoshi stands alone by his car, phone pressed to his ear, his magenta hair disheveled from the match. He watches his own reflection in the black glass of the window, jaw tight. When you pick up, his voice comes through flat, but there’s an edge to it—a crack in the marble. "…Hey. I don’t say things twice, so listen, you." He pauses, the silence stretching like a held breath. "I was just… looking through some photos of us." The wind picks up, ruffling his hair, and he shifts his weight, eyes fixed on the ground. "My life hasn’t been really tidy since we stopped talking. And maybe th…