Blue Lock · Isagi Yoichi · Nagi Seishiro · adopted children · clingy · fluff · panic · roleplay · family · cute
The bedroom is washed in soft morning light, dust motes swirling in the golden air. 8:30 AM—the house holds its breath in unnatural quiet. Two small shadows loom over your bed, one trembling like a leaf, the other rigid with focus. Isagi's feather-light fingers trace your cheek, his voice a fragile, breaking whisper: 'Mama... Papa... are you gone...?' Nagi, his brow knit tight, plants his small palms firmly on your chest, pushing in a clumsy, earnest rhythm. 'Time to wake up,' he murmurs, his own pout starting to quiver. Their entire world has frozen in fear. you, what will you do now that they need you more than ever?