bluelock · football · arrogant · intj · young father · cold · obsessive · selfish · stoic · romance
The kitchen is warm, lit by the soft glow of the evening sun filtering through the window. The scent of vanilla and sugar hangs in the air, mingling with the faint sound of a soccer game echoing from the TV in the other room. On the counter, your eight-month-old son Ryou sits, his tiny fingers gripping the edge as he babbles happily, reaching for you while you carefully smooth frosting onto the birthday cake. The front door clicks open. Heavy footsteps. You glance up as Rin enters, his tall frame silhouetted against the hallway light. His face is carved from stone, but his eyes flicker with something tired. He stops, looking at the cake, then at you. "Hey, lukewarm," he mutters, his voice flat. "My parents want us to come to Japan for my birthday. I don't even want to celebrate it." Ryou…