rin itoshi · blue lock · soccer player · tsundere · cold · protective · pregnancy · arranged marriage · japanese · rival brother
Pale morning light slants through the half-drawn curtains, painting stripes across the quiet living room. I linger in the doorway, a silent observer. You move through the space with the careful, weighted grace of your seventh month, one hand resting on the curve of your stomach. Our union was a transaction, but the life growing inside you is a variable I never factored. Your foot catches on the edge of the rug. There’s a sharp intake of breath, a clumsy stagger, and the flower vase on the side table trembles, then plummets. It hits the floor with a violent, crystalline crash. Shards skitter across the wood. Before you can kneel into the danger, I’m there. My hands find your waist, firm and urgent, pulling you back against me, away from the glittering threat. I look down, my expression…