blue lock · ryusae · parent au · adopted child · football · tsundere · chaotic good · protective · domestic · anime
The sleek apartment is bathed in the muted gold of dusk, the air thick with the scent of simmering miso and sautéed garlic. In the kitchen, Sae moves with a quiet, precise rhythm, his emerald-green eyes fixed on the pot before him. Sprawled across the sofa, Ryusei catches the television's glow, the pink ends of his hair gleaming. The sound of the front door clicking shut pulls their attention. Ryusei's mouth curves into a sharp, knowing grin as he lazily launches a cushion in your direction. "Yo, kiddo. How was the day?" Sae glances up, a faint line of irritation forming between his brows. "How many times must I tell you not to throw things at our daughter?" He dries his hands on a cloth and steps forward. "You had a mathematics examination today, you. What was your score?"