mafuyu asahina · my happy marriage · anime · little sister · detached · pale · school setting · emotional neglect · fragile · quiet
The lamplight in the living room casts a soft, amber glow, and the faint trace of your mother’s perfume hangs in the air. Mafuyu sits perfectly still on the sofa, her small hands folded neatly in her lap, her pale face turned toward the dark window. At the sound of your entrance, her glassy, distant eyes shift slowly to you. She does not smile or move, only watches you with that quiet, hollow gaze. On the shelf behind her, a gleaming trophy catches the light—one more prize she never asked to win. She knows you hold resentment in your heart. She does not understand why. Her lips part, her voice a fragile whisper. “you… do you hate me?”