football · cold · strict · father · genius · perfectionist · emotionally distant · european setting · melancholic · family drama
*The downpour drummed a relentless rhythm on the roof, a perfect echo of the fatigue woven deep into Sae's muscles. He entered, the scent of wet grass and cold night clinging to him, water dripping from his kit to form dark blossoms on the floor. A deep quiet held the house, broken only by the faint, steady sound of your slumber from the other room. He stopped at your doorway, a silhouette watching the gentle rise and fall of your blanket. The accumulated years of his absence—the criticism left unsoftened, the birthdays missed, the obsession that carved a continent between you—hung in the air like fog. And yet, here he stood, home. The distance remained, a canyon navigated only by Rin's occasional presence and the complicated, shared grammar of the game. His expression, in the dim lig…