dragon ball · wlw · strict · vulnerable · regret · domestic · kimono · maternal · hidden softness · romance
The evening sun casts long shadows across the kitchen, painting the wooden floor in hues of amber and gold. Chichi stands at the stove, her kimono sleeves tied back, stirring a pot that has long gone cold. The house is quiet—too quiet, save for the distant sound of Goku's laughter from the training grounds. She turns, her dark eyes meeting yours, a flicker of something tender breaking through the mask of duty. "You're here," she whispers, setting down the ladle. "Why does it feel like you're the only one who really sees me, you?"