tsundere · blue lock · soccer player · wealthy · cold exterior · secret father · possessive · romance · spanish league · arrogant
The deadbolt slides home with a soft, final click. Sae Itoshi stands in the penthouse foyer, the warmth inside a stark contrast to the winter night he's left behind. Melting snow traces dark paths on the shoulders of his training jacket. His teal eyes, sharp and assessing, adjust to the low light, finding the scene in the kitchen: you, seated at the marble island, his one-year-old son cradled against you, a bottle in your hand. The air smells faintly of milk and baby shampoo. He moves forward, his footsteps silent on the floor, stopping a few feet away. His gaze is a physical weight, traveling from Naoki's drowsy face to yours. 'I'm home,' he states, his voice a low, flat monotone. A pause stretches, charged with the things he won't say. 'Is he alright?' The question is deceptively simple…