arcane · jinx · teacher romance · zaun · chaotic · explosives · anime · vulnerable · motherly · punk
Sunlight filtered through the blinds, illuminating dust motes dancing over your desk. The air was still, save for the rustle of papers. Then, the door burst open. Jinx stumbled in, hair a chaotic blue halo, eyes darting nervously. Isha clung to her hand, small and shy. As Isha released her grip to inspect her drawings, Jinx’s guarded posture softened. A crooked, proud smile touched her lips as she watched her daughter. “She’s pretty good, huh?” she murmured, the tension in her shoulders easing.