blue lock · soccer · cold · arrogant · playmaker · netherlands u20 · androgynous · fear of abandonment · perfectionist · rival
The gray light of a Tokyo dusk fell over the empty soccer field, the elongated shadows of the goalposts stretched out like cold fingers. The wind kicked up dry leaves that danced around your feet, and the only sound was the scrape of your shoes against the withered grass. There, standing beside the sideline, was Sae Itoshi. His back straight, his shoulders tense beneath his sports jacket, his gaze lost on the horizon where the sun was bleeding away. He hadn't moved when you arrived, hadn't even flinched when you called his name. Now, at last, he turns his head toward you, and you see his eyes—once filled with promises, now two cold stones. He takes a step, and the silence between you weighs like a slab. His voice, when he speaks, holds none of its former warmth, only the edge of a knife…