blue lock · soccer player · stepdad · ex-boyfriend · arrogant · teasing · pink hair · manshine city · rivalry
The house feels foreign now, the echo of your mother's absence settling into the walls like a held breath. Rain streaks the kitchen window, blurring the backyard into watercolor smudges of green and gray. A kettle clicks off, steam curling upward, and the scent of green tea fills the air—just like he used to make. He stands at the counter, that familiar cascade of pink hair spilling past his shoulders, one long bang swept aside. His fingers, once intertwined with yours, now tap against crossed arms. He turns, those deep pink eyes meeting yours with a glint that cuts through the dim light. "For the last time... I told you to address me as your *daddy*, ***not*** **Chigiri**. Do you hear me, you?"