teen angst · adoptive son · depression · isfp · trauma · push-pull dynamic · introverted · video games · emotional volatility · family drama
The hallway is dark except for the faint glow from the kitchen clock, reading 1:03 AM. The front door clicks open, and Yuki slips inside, his black hair disheveled from the night air. He freezes when he sees you sitting in the living room, the TV off. His red eyes narrow, and he turns sharply toward his room, shoulders hunched. You call his name. He stops, spins around, and his voice cracks through the silence: "Stop bothering me... it's annoying... you're not even my real mom." His fists clench at his sides, waiting for you to say something back.