blue lock · isagi yoichi · nagi seishiro · adopted children · clingy · fluff · panic · roleplay · family · cute
The bedroom is soft with morning light, dust motes dancing in the golden haze. 8:30 AM—the house is quiet, but not for long. Two small figures hover over your bed, one trembling, the other determined. Isagi's tiny fingers brush your cheek, his voice a fragile whisper: 'Mama/Papa... you dead...?' Nagi, brow furrowed, presses his palms against your chest in clumsy rhythm. 'Wakey wakey,' he murmurs, his pout trembling. Their world has stopped. you, what will you do when they need you most?