𝘐𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘦𝘨𝘰𝘴.
A/n:thought about this and why not give the male readers a beautiful thing to read of how each blue lock male would react coming home to you and their adopted child.
Sae steps through the door after evening practice, sweat still clinging to his skin, and the sight stops him cold. There you are, his husband, bathed in the warm golden light streaming through the window, smiling softly down at the child nestled in your arms while the little one tugs at your shirt with tiny fists.
His usual cold mask cracks just enough for the barest hint of warmth to show in his teal eyes. He sets his bag down quietly, not wanting to disturb the moment, because this peaceful scene feels like the only victory worth protecting after a long day of dissecting opponents.
He walks over slowly, places a hand on your shoulder, and leans in to press a rare, lingering kiss to your temple, murmuring, “You look good like this.”
The child reaches for him next and Sae lets them grab his finger without complaint, his ego quietly satisfied that this small family is the one flawless thing he has built and will never let anyone ruin.
Shidou kicks the door open with his usual explosive energy, ready to yell about practice, but the words die in his throat. Sunlight pours over you, his husband, holding their adopted child who is giggling and grabbing at your shirt, your smile so bright and soft it hits him harder than any goal.
He freezes for half a second, then lets out a wild laugh that’s somehow softer than normal as he drops his gear and practically dives toward you both.
He scoops the child up with one arm while the other wraps around your waist, pulling you close enough to bury his face in your neck and inhale. “Fuck, look at you two. My beautiful husband and our little chaos gremlin.”
The child squeals and tugs his hair, and Shidou just grins wider, his manic love burning steady and warm for the only two people who can make his explosions feel like home.
Reo walks in still dressed in his expensive practice clothes, expecting to spoil you both as usual, and the sight that greets him makes his heart clench in the best way. Golden sunlight frames you, his husband, smiling down at the child in your arms while tiny hands clutch and pull at your shirt with innocent joy.
He sets his bag aside gently, eyes softening with that rich, devoted affection only you ever see. “There’s my two most precious treasures,” he says quietly, voice warm like the sunlight.
He crosses the room, cups your face with both hands, and kisses you slow and deep before pressing a softer one to the child’s forehead.
Later he will buy whatever they want, but right now he just wants to stay in this moment, his ego satisfied that all his wealth and status mean nothing compared to coming home to his beautiful husband and their child glowing in the sun.
Nagi shuffles in after practice, hair messy and eyes half-lidded from exhaustion, but the scene stops him mid-step. You, his husband, are sitting in the sunlit living room, smiling that gentle smile while the child grabs at your shirt with chubby little hands, both of you bathed in warm light.
He drops his bag without a word and walks straight over, flopping down beside you on the couch with a soft sigh. “Too much effort to move… but you two look nice.”
He leans his head on your shoulder, one arm loosely wrapping around both you and the child, letting the little one tug on his sleeve while he mumbles, “Stay like this a while. It’s not a hassle when it’s you.”
His low-effort heart feels strangely full, the only thing worth the tiny bit of energy it takes to hold his family close.
Aiku strolls in with that signature confident stride, still buzzing from practice, and the sight hits him like a perfect assist. There you are, his husband, smiling beautifully in the sunlight while the child in your arms reaches up and grabs at your shirt, the whole scene looking like something out of a dream.
He lets out a low whistle, grin widening as he kicks off his shoes. “Damn, babe. You trying to kill me looking that good?”
He saunters over, slides an arm around your waist, and leans down to kiss you deeply, then ruffles the child’s hair with a playful wink. “My two favorite people. Don’t move, I want to remember this view forever.”
His playboy heart settles into something steadier, knowing he’d fight anyone to keep coming home to this.
Rin pushes the door open quietly after a grueling practice, irritation still lingering, but it vanishes the moment he sees you. Sunlight pours over his husband, highlighting that soft, beautiful smile while the child happily grabs and tugs at your shirt, both of you looking peaceful and warm.
He stands there for a long moment, cheeks faintly pink, before walking over without a word.
He sits beside you, shoulder brushing yours, and reaches out to let the child grab his finger. “Tch… you’re both too bright,” he mutters, but there’s no real bite, only reluctant affection.
He leans his head against yours briefly, ego soothed by the quiet knowledge that this family is the one thing he never wants to lose to anyone, not even his brother.
Isagi comes home still riding the high of practice, but everything softens when he steps inside. Golden sunlight catches you, his husband, smiling down at the child who is giggling and grabbing at your shirt, the scene so warm and perfect it makes his heart race like a winning goal.
He beams instantly, dropping his bag and rushing over. “You two look amazing! Seriously, I could watch this forever.”
He kneels in front of you, kissing you sweetly before scooping the child up with gentle hands, letting them tug at his hair while he laughs. “Best part of my day, coming home to my husband and our kid.”
His ego swells with quiet pride, knowing this family fuels every future goal he chases.
Bachira bursts through the door with his usual chaotic energy, but skids to a stop, eyes sparkling. There you are, his husband, bathed in sunlight with the most beautiful smile while the child in your arms reaches up and grabs at your shirt, both of you glowing like a living painting.
He lets out a delighted squeal and practically tackles you both in a hug, nuzzling into your neck. “My monster family! Look at that smile, it’s even brighter than the sun!”
He spins the child gently, then pulls you in for a playful kiss, giggling the whole time. “We match perfectly. My favorite people in the whole world.”
His whimsical heart feels complete, the monster inside purring happily at the warmth of his husband and child.
Gagamaru walks in quietly after practice, big frame filling the doorway, and pauses when he sees you. Sunlight shines on his husband’s beautiful smile while the child tugs happily at your shirt, the whole scene simple and warm.
He grunts softly in approval, sets his things down, and walks over to sit beside you. “Looks good,” he says bluntly, but his eyes are softer than usual.
He lets the child grab his large hand, patting their back with careful strength, then leans over to press a quick kiss to your cheek. “You two make coming home easy.”
His straightforward heart feels steady and content, the family he protects now the best part of his day.
Yukimiya enters still carrying that serious focus from practice, but it melts away at the sight. Golden light frames you, his husband, smiling so beautifully while the child grabs at your shirt with innocent delight.
He adjusts his glasses, a rare gentle smile breaking through as he approaches. “This might be the most perfect composition I’ve ever seen.”
He sits beside you, cups your face, and kisses you with quiet reverence before letting the child tug on his sleeve. “You both look stunning. I’m lucky to come home to this.”
His stylish ego feels fulfilled, the family scene more beautiful than any photo he could frame.
Otoya slips in with ninja quiet, then grins wide at the view. Sunlight highlights his husband’s beautiful smile while the child playfully grabs at your shirt, the moment effortlessly charming.
He sneaks up behind you, wraps his arms around both of you, and nuzzles your neck. “Stealing my heart again, huh? Looking this good when I walk in.”
He kisses you teasingly, then lets the child tug his hair with a laugh. “My favorite secret. Don’t ever change.”
His cool confidence settles into something warmer, knowing this is the one view he never wants to sneak away from.
Karasu strides in crowing about practice, but the sound cuts off when he sees you. Sunlight bathes his husband’s beautiful smile while the child tugs at your shirt, the scene too perfect to mock.
He smirks, but it’s softer than usual as he walks over and ruffles both your hair and the child’s. “Not bad for my little family nest. You two look good enough to keep.”
He pulls you in for a quick, possessive kiss, letting the child grab his shirt next. “My crows. I like coming home to this.”
His clever ego feels oddly proud, the family fitting perfectly into his sharp world.
Kunigami comes home still carrying the weight of practice, but it lifts the moment he sees you. Sunlight glows on his husband’s beautiful smile while the child reaches up and grabs at your shirt, the scene warm and safe.
He smiles softly, walks over, and kneels to kiss you gently before scooping the child up carefully. “You both make every hard day worth it.”
He holds the little one close, letting them tug at his shirt, then rests his forehead against yours. “My family. I’ll always protect this.”
His heroic heart feels grounded and strong, the sight reminding him exactly why he fights.
Barou enters with kingly posture, but the sight makes him pause. Golden sunlight crowns you, his husband, with that beautiful smile while the child tugs at your shirt like a tiny subject.
He sets his things down regally and approaches, voice low. “A king should return to a scene like this.”
He cups your chin, kisses you with firm affection, then lets the child grab his royal jersey. “You are both worthy to stand beside me. Do not forget it.”
His ego swells with possessive pride, this family the only court he truly values.
Sendou bursts in hyped from practice, but the energy shifts to pure awe. There you are, his husband, smiling beautifully in the sunlight while the child grabs excitedly at your shirt.
He yells happily, “Best view ever!” and rushes over to hug you both tightly.
He kisses you with loud enthusiasm, then bounces the child gently. “My number one fans! You two make me want to score every goal for you.”
His flashy heart feels unstoppable, the family moment his greatest hype.
Chigiri walks in gracefully after practice and stops, breath catching. Sunlight makes your smile glow like something precious while the child tugs playfully at your shirt.
He smiles softly, approaches, and brushes a strand of hair from your face before kissing you tenderly. “You look beautiful like this. Both of you.”
He lets the child grab his long hair with gentle laughter, resting his head against yours. “My fastest runs always lead back here.”
His elegant heart feels light and cherished, the family scene more beautiful than any speed could match.
Aryu enters with dramatic flair, but the sight leaves him speechless for once. Golden light frames you, his husband, with that stunning smile while the child grabs at your shirt in pure joy.
He strikes a soft pose, then sweeps over dramatically yet gently. “This is art. Pure, living art.”
He kisses you with theatrical tenderness, then lets the child tug his stylish clothes. “My masterpiece family. I could pose here forever.”
His glamorous ego feels perfectly complete, the moment his greatest performance.
Tokimitsu comes home anxious from practice, but the anxiety melts away instantly. Sunlight shines on you, his husband, smiling beautifully while the child tugs at your shirt with happy little hands.
He lets out a relieved breath and hurries over, hugging you both carefully. “You two… you make everything okay.”
He kisses your cheek shyly, then lets the child grab his shirt, smiling nervously but warmly. “I’m so lucky to have this. Please never stop smiling like that.”
His anxious heart feels safe and steady, the family his quiet anchor.
Loki strides in with godlike confidence, but the sight humbles him slightly. Sunlight bathes you, his husband, in a beautiful smile while the child reaches up and grabs at your shirt.
He smirks, but it’s softer as he approaches and lifts your chin. “Even a god returns to something this divine.”
He kisses you with arrogant tenderness, then lets the child tug his clothes. “My chosen family. Perfect as expected.”
His emperor ego feels strangely content, the moment worthy of worship.
Bunny bounces in after practice, luck on his side, and lights up at the sight. Sunlight makes your smile shine while the child grabs at your shirt with playful energy.
He laughs brightly and tackles you both in a gentle hug. “Lucky me! My beautiful husband and our little lucky charm!”
He kisses you with bouncy affection, then spins the child lightly. “Best fortune ever. Let’s stay like this forever.”
His playful heart feels charmed beyond measure, the family his greatest luck.
Kaiser enters like an emperor returning to court, but the sight stops him. Golden sunlight crowns you, his husband, with that beautiful smile while the child tugs at your shirt like a tiny rose.
He smirks, eyes softening as he approaches and grips your chin possessively. “Even an emperor kneels for a view like this.”
He kisses you deeply, then lets the child grab his rose-embroidered shirt. “Mine. Both of you. The only empire worth ruling.”
His possessive ego feels complete, the family his most treasured conquest.
Ness walks in devoted as ever, and the sight makes his eyes sparkle with magic. Sunlight glows on you, his husband, smiling beautifully while the child grabs at your shirt.
He beams and kneels beside you, kissing your hand first, then your lips. “My perfect spell. You two make everything magical.”
He lets the child tug his clothes, whispering praises the whole time. “I’ll protect this happiness forever.”
His loyal heart feels enchanted, the family his greatest devotion.
Grim enters quietly, mood dark from practice, but the sunlight on your beautiful smile while the child grabs at your shirt chases the shadows away.
He sits beside you without a word, brushing your cheek with inky fingers before kissing you softly. “You bring light where there is none.”
He lets the child tug his dark clothes, a rare gentle smile appearing. “My quiet family. The only story worth writing.”
His melancholic heart feels strangely warm, the moment a rare bright page.
Kiyora slips in calmly after practice and pauses at the understated beauty of the scene. Sunlight falls gently on you, his husband, smiling softly while the child tugs at your shirt.
He nods once, satisfied, and sits close, resting his head against yours. “This is efficient. Peaceful.”
He lets the child grab his sleeve, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Good to come home to.”
His quiet ego feels balanced, the family fitting perfectly into his calm world.
Hugo enters with analytical precision, but the sight makes his dead eyes flicker with something warmer. Sunlight highlights you, his husband, with that beautiful smile while the child grabs at your shirt.
He approaches methodically, places a hand on your shoulder, and leans in for a precise kiss. “This scene aligns perfectly.”
He lets the child tug his sleeve, murmuring, “Optimal outcome. My family.”
His logical heart registers quiet satisfaction, the moment a flawless variable he will protect.
Lorenzo strolls in with eccentric chill, then grins lazily at the view. Sunlight bathes you, his husband, in a beautiful smile while the child grabs at your shirt with playful energy.
He flops down beside you, ruffling both your hair and the child’s. “Ace defense complete. My unbreakable family.”
He kisses you with laid-back affection, letting the child tug his clothes. “Best counter ever. Stay lucky with me.”
His fluid heart feels steady, the family his strongest formation.
Nanase comes home cheerful but tired, and the sight makes him beam brightly. Sunlight shines on you, his husband, smiling beautifully while the child tugs at your shirt.
He hurries over with a happy, “Perfect! You two look perfect!” and hugs you both gently.
He kisses your cheek, then the child’s, letting tiny hands grab his shirt. “My favorite encouragement. I love coming home to this.”
His upright heart feels full of joy, the family his brightest support.
Raichi stomps in loud from practice, but quiets instantly at the sight. Sunlight glows on you, his husband, with that beautiful smile while the child grabs at your shirt.
He scratches his head, muttering, “Tch… you two look too damn good.”
He sits heavily beside you, pulling you close for a rough but affectionate kiss, then lets the child tug his shirt. “Don’t tell anyone I went soft. This is mine.”
His hotheaded heart feels strangely calm, the family the one thing worth lowering his volume for.
Kurona enters quietly and stops, a small smile forming. Sunlight falls softly on you, his husband, smiling while the child grabs at your shirt.
He murmurs, “Okay… nice… very nice,” and sits close, letting the child tug his clothes.
He leans his head against yours gently. “Good to see you both like this.”
His introverted heart feels warm and supported, the family his quiet comfort.
Zantetsu bursts in with explosive speed, but slows at the sight. Sunlight accelerates the beauty of your smile while the child grabs at your shirt.
He adjusts his glasses with a grin. “Boom! Optimal family view!”
He scoops you both up carefully, kissing you fast before letting the child tug his hair. “My acceleration leads here every time.”
His genius heart feels unstoppable, the family his favorite boom.
Asahi comes home with his usual playful energy and lights up completely. Sunlight makes your smile shine while the child grabs at your shirt like family.
He laughs and joins you on the couch, ruffling hair and kissing you cheekily. “Best homecoming ever! My favorite people.”
He lets the child tug his shirt, joking warmly. “We’re unstoppable together.”
His responsible jokester heart feels complete, the family his warmest motivation.
Hiori walks in tired from practice, but the scene loads perfectly in his heart. Sunlight glows on you, his husband, with that beautiful smile while the child grabs at your shirt.
He sighs softly, a small smile appearing as he sits beside you and leans his head on your shoulder. “This… this is nice. Really nice.”
He lets the child tug his sleeve, kissing your temple gently. “Best save file. Don’t log out.”
His detached heart feels quietly full, the family the one thing worth staying logged in for.
Lavinho dances in after practice, rhythm still in his steps, and stops with a bright laugh. Sunlight makes your smile shine like music while the child grabs at your shirt.
He spins over and pulls you both into a lively hug. “The best improvisation! My beautiful husband and our little dancer!”
He kisses you with expressive joy, letting the child tug his colorful clothes. “We flow perfectly together.”
His free-spirited heart feels in perfect rhythm, the family his favorite dance.
Noa enters with calculated calm, but the sight makes his serious expression soften. Sunlight frames you, his husband, with a beautiful smile while the child tugs at your shirt.
He nods once, approving. “Efficient. Warm. Ideal.”
He sits beside you, kisses you precisely, then lets the child grab his hand. “This outcome justifies every calculation.”
His rational ego feels balanced, the family the only variable he never wants to optimize away.
Ego walks in with his usual detached vision, but the golden scene makes him pause. You, his husband, smiling beautifully in the sunlight while the child grabs at your shirt.
He adjusts his glasses, a rare, small smirk appearing. “Only the strong create something worth returning to.”
He sits close, resting a hand on your knee, and lets the child tug his sleeve. “This family… it evolves correctly.”
His god-like ego feels strangely satisfied, the sight proving even he can build something greater than Blue Lock.
Chris Prince enters with flashy confidence, but the sight makes him stop and admire. Sunlight highlights your beautiful smile while the child grabs at your shirt.
He strikes a perfect pose, then kneels dramatically. “The ideal view. My perfect husband and our little star.”
He kisses you with narcissistic tenderness, letting the child tug his clothes. “This is what growing into the ideal self looks like.”
His self-obsessed heart feels complete, the family the ultimate reflection of his success.
By cheesecake Nagi I hope
