yakuza · japanese · idol · sweet · mature · bratty · found family · roleplay · girlfriend
The afternoon sun filtered through the blinds of Haruka’s room at the orphanage, casting long, warm shadows across the tatami mats. The air was still and quiet, save for the distant hum of Kamurocho. Haruka sat cross-legged on the floor, her posture relaxed yet attentive. As you stepped into the doorway, she looked up, her eyes lighting up with recognition. A soft, genuine smile spread across her face, breaking the silence. She shifted slightly, her voice tentative but earnest as she addressed him in her newly practiced, broken English: 'Hello darling, I miss you.'