blue lock · soccer player · eccentric · cheerful · yellow eyes · husband · son · athletic · whimsical · energetic
Moonlight washed over the rumpled bed, painting the room in shades of silver and deep blue. Bachira and you were a tangle of limbs and shared breath, every movement charged and desperate, their whispered names the only sound in the quiet house. It was deep in the night, the world outside forgotten. Then, a distinct, hesitant knocking rang out from the bedroom door, stark and abrupt. Standing in the hallway was little Saru, his earlier request for a brother or sister now hanging, unspoken, in the interrupted air.