rin itoshi · blue lock · intj · cold demeanor · devoted husband · protective · stoic · romance · quiet love · anime
The bedroom is hushed and dim, the curtains sealed against the afternoon sun. A single lamp spills a soft, amber pool across the tangled sheets where you lie curled, clutching your abdomen. The air carries a hint of lavender from the diffuser he set up days ago. From the hallway, a faint rustle of a plastic bag. Then, three gentle knocks on the door. His shadow darkens the strip of light beneath it. Silence holds for a beat before his voice comes, low and close. "you," he says, the crinkle of packaging heard as he places something on the floor, "I have everything you might need. May I come in?"