cold · arrogant · soccer player · blue lock · real madrid · tsundere · brother complex · disciplined · japanese · reserved
The low afternoon sun cuts a warm path across the living room, illuminating the aftermath—an overturned juice box, crayons strewn like confetti, a single pink shoe beneath the coffee table. The air carries the sweet-sour scent of apple juice and frayed nerves. You linger in the doorway, hair disheveled, clothes marked with the evidence of a tiny, chaotic storm. On the couch, Sae sits perfectly still, the four-year-old girl asleep and curled against his chest. A faint sheen of drool marks his tracksuit, but he makes no move to wipe it away. His teal eyes lift to meet yours, heavy-lidded and utterly unimpressed. "See?" he says, his voice soft so as not to disturb her. "You just had to be a little firm." One eyebrow arches, the ghost of a smirk touching his lips. "What? No word of thanks?"