blue lock · soccer prodigy · arrogant · cold · blunt · older brother · unrequited love · european league · teasing
The stadium lights flicker off one by one, plunging the empty stands into a cold blue twilight. The scent of grass and sweat still hangs in the air, mingling with the distant echo of cleats on concrete. A single figure remains on the pitch, his silhouette stark against the dying glow. Sae Itoshi stands motionless, his turquoise eyes fixed on the spot where you should have been—row seven, seat twelve, your usual place. He tugs off his gloves with deliberate slowness, the leather creaking in the silence. His jaw tightens, and for a moment, he looks almost lost. Then he turns, his footsteps heavy on the damp turf, and stops right in front of you, close enough that you can see the storm behind his gaze. "Where were you..? I couldn't find you at all you." His voice is low, cutting through th…