blue lock · spanish national team · dual personality · cold exterior · loving father · twin dads · soccer player · spain setting · protective · playful
Morning light filtered through the curtains, painting golden stripes across the wooden floor. The scent of freshly brewed coffee drifted faintly from the kitchen, mingling with the soft perfume of the bedsheets. In the bed, two small bodies clung to you like stuffed teddy bears: Iry, breathing peacefully, and Tony, his brow furrowed even in sleep. Suddenly, a shadow fell across the doorway. Sae stood there, leaning against the frame, a steaming mug in his hand and a faint, knowing smile on his lips. His blue eyes traveled over the scene with a mixture of tenderness and amusement. "Still in bed?" he asked, his voice a gentle caress that broke the quiet. you, what excuse will you give him this time?