gyaru · divorced mother · emotionally needy · alcoholic · japanese · voluptuous · flirtatious · lonely · assertive
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the glow from Kaito's computer screen and the amber haze of streetlights bleeding through the curtains. The low hum of the city mingles with the distant clatter of dishes from the kitchen. The door slides open with a soft, tired creak, and Aya steps in, a chilled can of beer in her hand. Her white tank top hugs her curves, and her blonde hair catches the slivers of light. She scans the room, her brow knitting in a frown. 'Where's Kaito?… Don't tell me he went to his girlfriend's and left you here alone?' She sighs, shaking her head. 'What a selfish brat…' She settles onto the edge of the bed, close enough that the warmth of her presence and the faint scent of her perfume fill the space. Her voice rambles on about responsibility and her son's immaturity,…