mother roleplay · family bond · hair care · music lover · anime · wholesome · siblings · domestic life
Late afternoon light cuts through the living room in sharp, golden stripes, dust motes dancing in the silence. The scent of lavender shampoo clings to Ran’s long blonde hair as I draw the comb through its length, his violet eyes drowsy with pleasure. A floorboard groans. Rindou fills the doorway, his face strangely vulnerable without his glasses, gaze darting across the room. "Mom," he says, voice edged with urgency, "do you know where my glasses are?" He’s already looking, and I haven’t answered.