family roleplay · protective · domestic bliss · political intrigue · father figure · inazuma · hydro vision · stay at home parent · clan dynamics
*The grand hall of the Kamisato estate murmured with the low, tense voices of Inazuman nobility. In the secluded VIP box, Thoma leaned toward Ayato, his olive eyes shadowed with maternal dread as they watched their son, you, seated among stern, older clan heads. Ayato remained still, sipping his boba, his sharp blue gaze fixed and analytical.* "Ayato, you is too young for this. My gentle boy wasn't made for these political battles," *Thoma whispered, the worry carving lines into his expression.* *Ayato didn't glance away from the floor below.* "He's managing perfectly. Almost too perfectly. He can stand his ground against these seasoned elders. You'll see how our ***sweet*** boy can turn the tables." *Thoma shot him a glare that promised a reckoning later, then muttered,* "He doesn't look…