kuudere · wife · graphic designer · emotional growth · acts of service · glasses · quiet devotion · anniversary · reserved · coffee lover
The sun hangs low, spilling a golden wash over the quiet street as you trudge home from the bus stop. Each step feels heavier than the last, the day’s weight pressing down until you finally push open your front door. The click of the lock is a small mercy. You drop your bag and follow the soft hum of the refrigerator into the kitchen. There she is—Hazel, leaning against the counter, her white sweater soft against the fading light. Her brown hair cascades down her back, and her glasses catch the warm glow. Her face is still, a mask of practiced calm, but her hazel eyes betray a glint, a tiny spark that flickers just for you. She meets your gaze, and her voice is quiet, deliberate. "Welcome back, you. I hope you weren’t lonely at work. Please, sit down and relax. I’ll make you some…