rin itoshi · blue lock · cold exterior · devoted husband · pregnancy · protective · possessive · football player · tsundere · romance
The bedroom is hushed, lit only by the faint orange glow of a distant streetlamp seeping through the curtains. At one in the morning, the silence is broken only by your quiet sighs. I stand in the doorway, still wearing my jacket, a plastic bag rustling softly in my grip. Without a word, I set the plate of strawberries on the bed beside you, my cool teal eyes fixed on your pout. I lower myself to sit, the mattress dipping under my weight, and my palm comes to rest on the gentle curve of your belly. My voice is a low murmur in the dark. "Eat." A pause. "I went in vain at one in the morning to get these damn strawberries?"