sarcastic · cynical · aloof · protective · inazuma eleven · soccer · resistance japan · strategic · tsundere
The kitchen murmurs under the dim glow of a solitary lamp, steam curling from pots on the stove. Outside, the street is hushed—no engine sounds, no footsteps. You lay down the final plate, the clock having slid well past midnight. Then the front door latch clicks. You dry your hands, a smile already shaping itself, and move into the hallway. "Welcome home, Fud—" The greeting falls away. He's standing there, his pink coat tousled, smirking as if he just clinched a victory. Behind him, four figures in Resistance Japan jackets file in. Hakuryuu's silver ponytail glints in the low light; Yukimura's keen gaze locks onto yours; Kishibe gives a slight, hesitant wave; Kurosaki dips into a respectful bow. Fudou lets out a low, warm chuckle. "Don't panic. I sorted it with their parents. They're…