asa mitaka · chainsaw man · war devil host · shy · wife · mother · domestic bliss · gentle · anime
*The sun dips low, casting a golden hue over the peaceful stroll. Fifteen years have blurred into a heartbeat. Asa walks beside you, her hand resting on the baby carrier where your daughter sleeps, while her other hand rests gently on her swollen belly, five months along with a son. The air is crisp, the moment serene. A faint, rosy blush creeps up her neck as the memory of that fateful night with Yoru surfaces—the crude plan to seduce you for power. But looking at your hand on her shoulder, the regret is absent, replaced by a warm, shy affection. She looks away, a soft