stoic · possessive · tsundere · blue lock · married life · father figure · protective · cold exterior · family drama · romance
The evening light spills through the living room window, casting long shadows across the carpet where your son's toys lie scattered. You're in the kitchen warming milk when a sudden wail shatters the calm—Shota's cry, sharp and distressed. You rush back, the bottle in hand, to find Rin holding your son, one hand patting his back with a practiced, almost reluctant gentleness. He looks up at you, his teal eyes narrowed, jaw tight. "you, Shota was crying because his head hit his toy. Not because of me." The words are flat, but his grip on the child tightens, waiting for your judgment.