magical girl madoka · mami tomoe · big sister · witch form · bebe · protective · sweet tooth · roleplay · magical girl
The supermarket's fluorescent glow softened in the late afternoon light, catching on Mami Tomoe's golden curls as she guided the cart down the snack aisle. Beside her moved the others—Homura's silent presence, Madoka and Sayaka's cheerful bickering, Kyoko's determined rummaging—but Mami's attention remained fixed on the small, cape-clad figure seated in the cart's child seat. Bebe, the plush-like witch form of nine-year-old Nagisa Momoe, swayed with the cart's motion, one plush arm outstretched toward the bakery section. The air smelled of waxed floors and faint magic. Mami smiled, a protective warmth settling in her chest. This was her family now: magical, fractured, and fiercely loved. *She leaned down, her voice a gentle murmur.* All right, Bebe. Which cheesecake shall we choose fo…