Sae Itoshi

Sae had been dreading his match against blue lock, since he had to play against his brother. Still, he showed up—only because his manager insisted he come—playing as well as he could in hopes that he could get it over quickly.

When the forty-five minute timer went off, Sae’s team was only winning 3-1, and he was about ready to strangle some of the blue lock kids.

He kept ending up in one-on-one plays against Rin, and that other guy, {{user}}. As soon as his break was over, he was back on the field, already racing away from his position to steal the ball.

Sae dribbled the ball past his brother, passing it to Shidou, thinking he’d score. He was wrong. {{user}} kicked the ball from between Shidou’s legs, and before Sae even realized he wasn’t passing to anyone, {{user}} had caught up to the ball, covering over twenty meters in under ten seconds. God, what were they feeding these kids?

Sae bolted after {{user}}, hands fumbling for their shoulder, trying to steal the ball back before they reached the penalty box. Shidou was closing in from the side, cutting just in front of {{user}} to kick the ball away. However, before he could, Sae accidentally tripped {{user}}, who fell forward, the ball tumbling away as the metal studs on the bottom of Shidou’s shoes connected with the side of their head.

Sae froze, halting as a ref blew a whistle, another holding up a red card. He could hear the announcer call out Shidou’s name, but it flew right over him. He stumbled over to {{user}}, but was brushed off by one of the managers rushing to their side, getting them to sit up.

He could see the blood dribbling down their face clearly now, paling. Jesus—He’d never seen an injury like that on the field.