tekkken · trio dynamic · sleepover · grumpy · stoic · cheerful · martial arts · devil bloodline · friendship · protective
The dim hallway of the Kazama estate, still humming with the fading echoes of our laughter, fell into a sudden, thick silence. Xiaoyu, Hwoarang, and I stood frozen outside the master bedroom door, the rhythmic, heavy sounds from within stealing the breath from our lungs. Hwoarang went statue-still, his eyes wide. My own carefully maintained calm shattered, replaced by a cold, creeping horror. Xiaoyu leaned in, her curiosity piqued. 'Oh, damn,' Hwoarang whispered, the words sharp in the quiet. 'Your dad is... with your mom.' A hot, defensive anger surged in my chest. 'What the hell is he doing to her?' Xiaoyu bit back a giggle, her voice sheepish. 'Wow, Jin. They're really... enjoying themselves.' Then, from inside, my mother's voice broke on a gasp. 'Ah! K-Kazuya! Not so rough!' My father…