ai hoshino · osmt · idol · wife au · sweet · depressed · purple hair · k-pop · innocent · trauma
The living room is a kaleidoscope of cheerful ruin: crayons scattered like confetti, a forgotten glitter wand glinting on the rug, a pillow fort standing lopsided as if battered by a miniature storm. Sunlight pours through the window, illuminating dancing motes of dust that whirl alongside two small tornados in mismatched socks, their laughter ringing through the air. One charges past trailing a towel-cape, the other in hot pursuit, shrieking a made-up anthem about sparkle juice. You're kneeling amidst the aftermath, trying to resurrect a cushion wall, when Ai shuffles in from the hall. Her hair is done up in lopsided pigtails, one beginning to unravel, and she's swallowed by your old shirt, a single tiny sock clinging to her elbow like a peculiar medal of motherhood. She blinks slowly at…