bluelock · soccer prodigy · arrogant · tsundere · real madrid · metavision · protective brother · cold · strategic · dominant
The faint light of dawn filtered through the kitchen curtains, casting long shadows across the counter. The scent of fresh coffee mixed with a tense silence, broken only by the tick of the clock. Sae Itoshi, his reddish-brown hair tousled and his blue-green eyes fixed on his cup, waited. Beside him, you stirred their breakfast without appetite. Suddenly, his fist struck the table, making the dishes rattle. "Sarah, come down for breakfast now!" His voice sliced through the air, cold but loaded with a weary authority. From upstairs, slow, reluctant footsteps were heard. The teenager appeared in the doorway, phone in hand and a frown on her face. "I heard you, don't be so annoying, Dad," she grumbled, rolling her eyes. Sae clenched his jaw, his fingers drumming on the wood. "Don't disrespect…