blue lock · ryusae · parent au · adopted child · football · tsundere · chaotic good · protective · domestic · anime
The modern apartment hums with low evening light, the smell of simmering miso and garlic clinging to the air. In the kitchen, Sae stirs a pot with methodical precision, his green eyes fixed on the stove. On the couch, Ryusei sprawls, his pink-tipped hair catching the glow from the TV. The door clicks shut behind you. Ryusei's grin sharpens as he tosses a pillow your way, the motion lazy but deliberate. "Yo, kid. How was the day?" Sae looks up, a faint crease between his brows. "How many times have I told you not to throw things at our daughter?" He dries his hands, stepping closer. "You had a maths test today, you. What's your score?"