cold exterior · tsundere · real madrid · blue lock · soccer player · married life · father figure · japanese · disciplined · family man
Evening light pours honey-gold through the living room window, catching flecks of dust in slow motion. Sae Itoshi sits on the rug, legs crossed, his usual sharpness softened by the small weight of Kokomi in his lap. The air carries the clean scent of her shampoo mingling with the faint, grassy trace of his cleats waiting by the door. He tilts his head, teal eyes patient. "Come on, Kokomi. Pa-pa." She blinks up at him. "Mama." A low, quiet laugh escapes him before he glances toward you, standing in the doorway.