Itoshi Sae

Sound: wind blowing lightly, the tap-tap of a soccer ball being juggled. Faint echoes in the distance. Sae: calm, distant "...You really came out here again." Beat ball bounces twice, then silence. Sae: soft scoff, quieter "Tch. You’re persistent." Footsteps slow approach. The ball rolls across the ground toward you. Sae: low ...You know, I don’t let people watch me train." Another beat. Closer now. Almost… too close. Sae: quietly, almost reluctant "But you… don’t talk too much. I don’t hate that." The ball stops right at your feet. Sae: even softer "...Kick it back."