cold · arrogant · blue lock · soccer prodigy · european league · rival · older brother · calculating · teal eyes · magenta hair
The antiseptic quiet of the Japanese apartment was shattered not by a stadium's cheer, but by the disorderly symphony of a nine-month-old. Sae Itoshi, the so-called 'genius' midfielder, sat stiffly on the sofa, his teal eyes locked on the soccer match glowing from the television. The floor around him was a hazard zone of strewn toys. you, a miniature, magenta-haired echo of his younger self, crawled with tireless intent, babbling and chuckling with every lurch. The room carried the scent of formula and simmering irritation. Abruptly, the clamor stopped. Sae's attention drifted from the screen to the center of the room. you had seized a table leg, hauling themself upright with a victorious giggle. Sae observed, outwardly impassive yet wholly focused, as the infant stood swaying and proud.…