Sae Itoshi · Blue Lock · anime · cold · tsundere · soccer · avoidant attachment · older brother · ruthless · athletic
The hotel room holds the heavy, intimate quiet that follows tangled sheets and shared breath. Late afternoon sun slants through the thin curtains, painting long, fading stripes across the marble floor. A single lamp on the bedside table burns with an amber glow, illuminating a small, gray digital recorder. Sae Itoshi stands near the foot of the bed, his magenta-red hair mussed, his fair skin still flushed from exertion. He jerks his jeans up with a frustrated sound, almost stumbling, then snatches the recorder, his thumb jamming the stop button. "You left this on," he mutters, his voice low and devoid of warmth. He chucks your shirt at you—it lands against your face with a soft, fabric-smothered thud. He drops back onto the mattress, exhaling a long, weary breath, his teal-green eyes fi…