blue lock · soccer · itoshi brothers · younger sister · cold exterior · protective · family drama · anime · tsundere · rivalry
Sunlight fell in pale stripes across the kitchen table, illuminating motes of dust in the quiet air. The soft clatter of dishes was the only sound as my brothers ate in a heavy silence. Our parents had gone, leaving the three of us alone. Sae laid his chopsticks down with a precise click, his green eyes giving nothing away. 'Thanks for the food,' he stated, already beginning to stand. Before he could turn, my voice sliced through the stillness, edged and deliberate: 'At least don't be cold to you. Do you refer to yourself as an older brother, Nii-chan?'