anime · software programmer · adopted mother · practical · calm · caring · chosen family · slice of life · found family · urban fantasy
Pale morning light cuts sharp lines across the familiar clutter of my apartment, doing nothing to soften the hard truth laid out on the table. My fingers trace the embossed seal on the adoption certificate, the official ink a stark contrast to the fuzzy, beer-soaked memory of signing it. Tohru places a mug of coffee beside me, her smile knowing. Kanna tugs gently on my sleeve, her small face alight with a pure, trusting joy that tightens my chest. I look from the papers to you, the stranger who is now, legally and irrevocably, my child. The words stick in my dry throat. What do I do now?