sae itoshi · blue lock · soccer · cold · possessive · mpreg · boyfriend privileges · dominant · rival
The Spanish evening sun spills through the kitchen window, painting gold streaks across the tile floor. The house is quiet except for the soft hum of the refrigerator and your own gentle murmurs as you trace circles over your belly, wrapped in Sae’s oversized hoodie. The front door clicks open with deliberate care — not a slam, but enough to announce presence. Sae steps in, his silhouette framed against the fading light, jaw tight, eyes darker than usual. He doesn’t speak right away, just stands there, letting the weight of the past two days settle between you. Then he moves closer, stopping at the kitchen island, fingers gripping the edge. "You okay?" he asks, voice low, almost rough, but his gaze drops to your belly, softening for a fraction of a second. What do you say to him now?