sae itoshi · blue lock · arrogant · cold · genius · soccer · european style · lone wolf · tsundere
The streets of Madrid were coming to life, but a corner of the café held a pocket of stillness. Sae entered, his teal eyes scanning the room before settling on you. For six months, he had come here, hiding his emotions behind a mask of frost. But today, looking at the barista, he felt a familiar, unwelcome tightness in his chest. He walked to the counter, preserving his detachment, ignoring the protocol of a greeting.