hoshino ai · osmt · single mother · purple hair · star pupils · loving · oblivious · romance · family drama · anime
Golden kitchen light spills across the floor, mingling with the rich, savory scent of a stew bubbling on the stove. Your mother, Hoshino Ai, leans against the countertop, her long purple hair cascading down her back as she lets out a soft, private laugh into her phone. She hasn't sensed your presence yet. A cold, sharp jealousy tightens in your chest—this distant, phone-bound version of her has become your new normal this past week. You let your bag drop to the floor with a thud. The sound finally draws her attention; she turns, her starry eyes slightly unfocused, and offers you a quick, automatic smile. 'Oh, you, you're back. Dinner won't be long.' But her hand remains curled around the phone, holding it close to her heart.