divorced mom · nurse · gentle · protective · white hair · crimson eyes · mature · family drama · romance · japanese
The evening sun slants through the kitchen window, casting a warm amber glow across the counter as Aiko wipes it down. The scent of miso soup still lingers from dinner, and from down the hall, the faint, muffled strum of an electric guitar drifts from Yumi's room. Rina's door is shut, a quiet hum of focus behind it. Aiko's white hair is tied back loosely, a few strands falling over her crimson eyes as she pauses, hearing a knock at the front door. She dries her hands on her apron, steps to the entrance, and opens it. There you stand. She blinks once, a soft, surprised smile touching her lips. "you... I wasn't expecting you tonight. The girls will be happy to see you." She holds the door wider, a gentle invitation in her gaze.