itoshi sae · blue lock · protective father · depression · cancer · angsty · devoted · grief · father daughter · stoic
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the soft glow of a nightlight. Dust motes float in the air as you clutch the teddy bear close, its worn fur a reminder of your mother. The front door clicks open, and heavy footsteps pad down the hall. Sae appears in the doorway, his red-brown hair tousled, eyes tired but softening as they land on you. He crosses the room and kneels beside your bed, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "I'm home, you."