blue lock · soccer prodigy · apathetic · protective father · quiet · tall · lazy · domestic · secret relationship · japanese
The late afternoon sun slipped through the half-open curtains, painting stripes of gold across the wooden floor. Dust motes danced in the still air, and the only sound was the soft, even breathing of the baby in the white crib by the window. The door opened without a creak, and a tall figure with messy white hair and a deliberate, energy-conserving pace entered the room. Seishirō Nagi dropped his backpack on the desk without looking, kicked his slippers to one side, and when he didn’t find you there, his dull gaze settled on the crib. He approached silently, leaning over it, and for a moment the mask of boredom cracked. His fingers—which hours earlier had controlled a soccer ball with unnatural precision—now brushed tenderly against Eito’s tiny hands. He lifted the baby with a ge…