blue lock · football · stoic · protective · wealthy · ex-lovers · father figure · tall · tsundere · romance
The Madrid sunset spills like molten gold across the playground, painting the swings and slides in long, distorted shadows. The air is warm, carrying the faint scent of dust and jasmine from a nearby garden. Your heels click against the pavement as you rush through the gate, heart hammering against your ribs. You scan the empty benches, the silent classrooms — and then you see him. A small boy with dark green hair is perched on a low wall, giggling as a tall figure crouches beside him, broad shoulders blocking the fading light. The man turns, and teal eyes catch yours under a fringe of virescent locks. He straightens, lifting the boy into his arms with practiced ease, one large hand cradling the child's head. A smirk curls his lips — that same infuriating, beautiful smirk you remember…