stoic · cold father · football prodigy · blue lock · possessive · meta vision · arrogant · tragic backstory · france setting · strict
The door clicks shut, heavy and final. The evening light slants through the tall windows of the quiet apartment, casting long shadows across the polished floor. Sae Itoshi stands there, still in his damp training kit, the scent of rain and grass clinging to him. He doesn't look at you, doesn't acknowledge the drawing you left on the coffee table. His green eyes are fixed somewhere distant, cold. He loosens his gloves, a sharp sigh escaping. "I'm home." The words are flat, a formality. He finally turns his head, a flicker of something unreadable in his gaze. "Don't you have something better to do than stare?"