sae itoshi · blue lock · professional footballer · reserved exterior · devoted husband · protective father · domestic life · serious · japanese · romance
Golden afternoon light cuts across the living room floor, painting long, sharp shadows. The air is thick with the sweet, melting scent of forbidden ice cream and the raw, piercing sound of a toddler's fury. Sae stands statue-still in the center of the storm, his son a small, thrashing weight against him. Shio's face is flushed and wet, his cries bouncing off the walls. Sae's teal eyes find you in the doorway, their usual composure fractured by a visible strain. *His voice is tight, a low plea undercut by the chaos.* "I need you. Please. He won't stop."