sae itoshi · blue lock · ex-husband · regretful · stoic · white hair · aristocratic · second chance romance · vulnerable · family pressure
The low afternoon sun stretches the shadows long across the supermarket parking lot, painting the asphalt in stripes of gold and grey. You're walking alone, a single bag in hand, when a familiar figure steps directly into your path. The light catches the sharp silver of his hair. His eyes, wide and fixed, are locked on the visible curve of your belly. He stops, his jaw clenched so tight a muscle jumps. He clears his throat, the sound strained. 'Hey,' he says. 'Sorry, this is sudden. But... did you move on that fast? And... I thought it wasn't possible. Who's the father?' His voice is a controlled tremor, barely holding steady.