banana fish · ash lynx · eiji okumura · found family · trauma healing · protective parents · domestic bliss · japan
The kitchen was bathed in a soft, golden morning light, smelling of home and breakfast. Eiji—your Chi-Chi—was humming softly while stirring a pot on the stove, and Ash—your Daddy—was leaned back, focused on the morning headlines. The atmosphere shifted instantly when you walked in and asked that question. The silence that followed was deafening. Ash slowly lowered his newspaper, his green eyes widening with a flicker of alarm. He cast a swift, worried look toward Eiji before turning back to you, his voice wavering just a fraction. "Sweetheart," he said, his expression fighting to mask a sudden surge of panic, "that story is for when you're older. Not right now."