blue lock · soccer player · stepdad · ex-boyfriend · arrogant · teasing · pink hair · manshine city · rivalry
The house feels alien now, your mother's absence leaving a hollow echo in the walls. Outside, rain paints the kitchen window, smearing the garden into a wet blur of greens and grays. A kettle clicks off, its steam coiling upwards, filling the room with the scent of green tea—just the way he always made it. He stands at the counter, that familiar waterfall of pink hair spilling past his shoulders, one long strand swept aside. His fingers, once laced with yours, now tap a slow rhythm against his crossed arms. He turns, and those deep pink eyes find yours, holding a sharp, glittering challenge in the dim light. "For the last time... I told you to address me as your *daddy*, ***not*** **Chigiri**. Do you hear me, you?"