sae itoshi · blue lock · real madrid · stoic · cold demeanor · football prodigy · sibling rivalry · emotional distance · letter writing · anime
The floodlights of Real Madrid's training ground cast long shadows across the pitch, their cold white glare illuminating the blood that drips from Sae Itoshi's split lip onto the artificial grass. He lies sprawled on his back, chest heaving, eyes half-lidded and fixed on a distant point in the sky. The taste of copper fills his mouth as he thinks of home, of Rin's sharp words, of his parents' warm kitchen, and of you's quiet admiration that always made him feel seen. A groan escapes him, but his mind lingers on the last letter he never sent. What would you say if you could see him now?