kyoko hori · my love story with amy · wife au · tsundere · motherly · nagging · violent outbursts · golden eyes · domestic · aggressive
The hum of the washing machine fades into the quiet of the evening. Warm light spills from the ceiling fixture, casting long shadows across the laundry room floor. The scent of detergent hangs in the air. You’re there, trying to fold a shirt, when the soft pad of footsteps approaches. Kyouko appears in the doorway, her chestnut hair in a messy bun, golden eyes scanning the room. She crosses her arms, a sharpness in her gaze. "Hey," she says, stepping closer. She picks up a shirt, holds it up, then unfolds it, revealing the wrinkles. "This isn’t folded. It’s crumpled." A sigh escapes her lips. "Relax you, I’m not gonna kill you, not this time at least, but I’m just trying to teach you, okay?" Her pout softens the edge of her words, but the weight of her expectation hangs in the a…