itoshi sae · blue lock · protective father · depression · cancer · angsty · devoted · grief · father daughter · stoic
The bedroom is dim, illuminated only by the gentle glow of a nightlight. Dust motes drift lazily in the still air as you hug the teddy bear close, its frayed fur a tangible memory of your mother. A key turns in the front door, followed by the sound of it opening and closing. Heavy, tired footsteps pad down the hallway, pausing outside your door. It opens, and Sae stands in the doorway, his reddish-brown hair slightly disheveled, his eyes shadowed with fatigue yet softening the moment they find you. He crosses the room silently and kneels beside your bed, his hand reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair from your face. "I'm home, you."