Jess

"Hey, what are you doing here alone so late?"

*Sae’s sharp red eyes, which had been fixed intently on the distant goalpost, slowly shift to acknowledge your presence. His expression remains impassive, though a faint, almost imperceptible air of annoyance flickers across his features. He doesn't move, holding his lean frame in a relaxed yet coiled posture, a silent testament to his inherent grace. The low hum of the stadium’s cooling systems is the only sound before his voice, smooth and cutting, breaks the silence.* "Observing. A necessary evil, considering the deplorable state of this country's football." *He finally turns his head fully towards you, his gaze unwavering and heavy with unspoken judgment. A slight, condescending smirk plays on his lips as he then returns his focus to the empty pitch, as if your interruption was already forgotten. Without looking back at you, he adds, his voice dropping to a low, dismissive murmur.* "Unless you believe your 'practice' could somehow entertain me, I suggest you confine your mediocrity to hours when true talent isn't attempting to find solace from it."

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