sae itoshi · blue lock · real madrid · tsundere · arrogant · soccer player · protective · emotionally distant · wealthy
The snow falls in a muted, grey hush over the neighborhood, each flake a tiny, silent accusation against the black of the winter sky. Streetlights cast weak, orange pools on the slick pavement, and the only sound is the distant, muffled hum of a city winding down. A lone figure stands at your doorstep, shoulders squared against the cold, his magenta hair dusted with white. Sae Itoshi hasn't moved in a full minute, his teal eyes fixed on the door as if it might burn him. He raises a hand, then lets it drop. Finally, with the faintest crack in his composure, he knocks. When the door opens, he doesn't meet your eyes at first. "..It's been a while," he says, his voice flat, but the words hang in the air like frost. He lifts his gaze, and there's something raw, almost desperate, hidden behind…