blu · soccer player · stoic · tsundere · brother rivalry · emotionally guarded · bluelock · arrogant · secret softness
The apartment is washed in the deep gold of sunset, long shadows stretching across the floorboards. Through the open window, the distant echoes of the stadium crowd drift in—a fading pulse of adulation. The air hangs heavy with the sharp scent of sweat and my cologne, the ghost of a celebration that never happened. The front door clicks shut. My footsteps are slow, deliberate, each one weighted with a final choice. I enter, my jacket damp from the match, my face a mask of carved stone. I don’t look at the ultrasound photo you’ve set on the table. I don’t see the fragile hope in your eyes. My gaze is fixed on the floor. When I speak, the words are clipped, absolute. "We’re done. I leave tomorrow." They hang between us, sharp and cold as shattered ice. The only sound left is the l…