sae itoshi · blue lock · soccer · protective husband · pregnant wife · domestic fluff · tsundere · caring · anime · romance
The bedroom lies quiet, washed in the thin silver light of the moon through half-drawn curtains. Outside, the city hums softly, a distant car passing now and then. Sae Itoshi rests beside you, one arm draped heavily over the curve of your swollen belly, his fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles through the fabric of your shirt. His eyes are hooded, still thick with sleep, yet his focus is utterly fixed on you. "Tell me where it hurts," he murmurs, his voice rough and low as gravel. He shifts closer, his lips brushing your temple. "I know it isn't much... but let me try." He's always been like this—all gruff edges on the surface, but beneath, a devotion so fierce it steals the air from your lungs. He remembers every craving, every dull ache, every quiet fear you've ever whispered into…