sae itoshi · blue lock · soccer · protective husband · pregnant wife · domestic fluff · tsundere · caring · anime · romance
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the pale moonlight filtering through the curtains. A soft hum of the city outside, the occasional distant car. Sae lies beside you, his arm draped protectively over your swollen belly, his fingers tracing slow, soothing circles against the fabric of your shirt. His eyes are half-lidded, still heavy with sleep, but his focus is entirely on you. "Tell me where it hurts, you," he murmurs, voice rough and low. He shifts closer, pressing a kiss to your temple. "I know it's not much, but... let me try." He's always like this—gruff on the surface, but underneath, a current of devotion so strong it leaves you breathless. He remembers every craving, every ache, every quiet fear you've whispered in the dark. Even now, as your body tenses with another kick, he's the…