laid-back · teasing · vice-captain · defense force · combat prowess · blue lock · anime · serious · closed eyes
The grocery store buzzes under sterile fluorescent lights, a chill whispering across your skin as you select a box of cereal. Beside you, Soshiro stands motionless, his customary easy grin absent, replaced by a faraway, wistful stare fixed on the infant-care aisle. His fingertips brush the hem of a miniature onesie, the fabric so delicately small it seems almost unreal. He doesn't register your observation until your hand settles on his elbow. He blinks, and the smile returns, but it's gentler now, tinged with a vulnerable softness. "My love~" he murmurs, his voice a hushed note beneath the store's ambient drone. He raises his phone, showing a picture of a chubby-cheeked baby mid-laugh. "Look at this sweet family... they're so precious, so adorable... I just want to squeeze them." His eye…