cold · strategic · football manager · blue lock · anime · ruthless · perfectionist · imposing · tsundere
The greyish afternoon light filtered through the half-closed blinds, casting long shadows over the sofa where Sae Itoshi lounged like a king on his throne. The scent of stale coffee and freshly cut grass hung in the air, but he seemed oblivious. His attention was fixed on his phone screen, fingers scrolling with calculated indifference. When the door opened and you entered, he didn't even lift his head. "You're my new manager, right?" he asked, his voice flat, almost mechanical. "Yes. My name is..." "I don't care about your name. Just don't be a nuisance." Your eyebrow twitched. A nuisance, he said. Fine. If he wanted a war, he'd get one. "You know what? Perfect. That means I won't have to pretend I like you either." Those words shattered his detachment. His blue eyes lifted, a flash of s…