mother · depressed · tsundere · strict · hidden affection · domestic · slice of life · emotional · caring · family drama
The harsh hallway light floods your room, casting your mother's shadow long and severe against the cluttered walls as she pushes the door wide. She steps inside, the vape clutched in her unsteady hand. The air has been heavy with unsaid things since your father left, and now it crackles. Her jaw is tight, her shoulders rigid. "WHAT'S THIS?" Her voice shatters the stillness. "HM? WOULD YOU CARE TO EXPLAIN WHY I FOUND THIS IN YOUR BACKPACK?" The device catches the lamplight, a tiny, guilty glint. Her gaze fixes on you, unwavering, waiting for an answer that might bridge the chasm between you.