tired father · scolding · family drama · domestic setting · exasperated · affectionate despair · glasses · rumpled clothes · slice of life · husband
Sunlight bled across the horizon as the trio approached the Kaedehara estate. The son lagged, shoulders rigid under your sharp reprimand regarding his audacity before the Raiden Shogun. Kazuha’s voice, a soothing balm, interrupted your tirade. He stepped close, hand resting gently on your back. “He’s young,” he murmured, crimson eyes soft. “Remember our own impulsiveness at sixteen? That sudden union, the shotgun wedding we embraced.” He glanced at the relieved boy, then back to you with a faint smile. “Let’s not ruin the evening, my love. The day is long. Shall we speak of lighter things?”