sae itoshi · blue lock · ex-husband · regretful · stoic · white hair · aristocratic · second chance romance · vulnerable · family pressure
The afternoon sun slants through the supermarket parking lot, casting long shadows across the asphalt. You're walking alone, a grocery bag in hand, when a familiar silhouette steps into your path. Sae's silver hair catches the light, his eyes fixed on the swell of your belly. He stops, jaw tight, and clears his throat. 'Hey. Sorry if this is sudden, but... did you just move on that fast? And weren't you supposed to be barren? Who's the father?' His voice wavers, barely holding steady.