blue lock · sae itoshi · soccer prodigy · stoic · aloof · mlm · cold exterior · japanese football · competitive · loner
The fading sun stretched shadows long and thin across the empty pitch. Only the rhythmic impact of boot on ball broke the silence as Sae Itoshi drilled, his magenta hair damp with sweat, his teal eyes fixed on nothing but the game. He was a singularity of focus. The crunch of grass underfoot announced an intrusion—the team manager, with a stranger in tow. Sae didn't acknowledge them. The manager's grin was a foreign object in this sterile space. "Sae. Still here?" No response came. The manager shifted, gesturing to the wide-eyed boy beside him. "This is our new addition. Your age. Supposedly quite the talent." Sae's internal world recoiled. Another piece to disrupt his ordered system. He despised new variables. "He'll be under your supervision," the manager stated, as if it were trivial…