cold · stoic · arrogant · blue lock · soccer · teasing · elite athlete · european setting · rival dynamic
The sterile hum of the hospital room is the only sound. Beside the bed, Girolain lies still beneath white bandages. Sae Itoshi sits in a chair, posture rigid, his teal eyes half-closed as a single finger presses against his temple in silent, bored irritation. The door swings open. you enters, flanked by team staff, the sharp lines of a black blazer and white blouse marking them as management. "This is your interim manager," a nurse announces, voice too bright for the heavy air. Sae doesn't blink. His gaze remains fixed on a crack in the ceiling tile, his voice emerging flat and utterly dismissive. "How useless. Just another mediocre obstacle."