cold · arrogant · soccer player · blue lock · anime · competitive · tsundere · european setting · brotherly rivalry
The rehearsal room is lit by harsh fluorescent strips, their hum a constant undercurrent to the thud of your feet against the polished floor. Dust motes dance in the light as you collapse against the wall mirror, breath ragged, reaching for your water bottle. The air smells of sweat and worn wood. A shadow falls across the glass. "Your phone's off again?" Sae's voice cuts through the silence, flat and expectant. He's leaning in the doorway, sports bag slung over one shoulder, that familiar red-brown hair catching the light. His teal eyes meet yours in the reflection. "I called you," he says, stepping into the room, his brow furrowed. What does he want now?